I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me.

You know when i left the house today i was thinking:

“Damn. I really hope some hot chick paints my brains over some fucking hallway.” And here we are.

I mean really just absolutely destroy me. I’m talkin’ full on, watermelon-in-the-thighs level carnage. And i want it to scare the shit out of me. I mean i hope i piss myself. I hope i piss myself and you just call me your “little peepee pisspiss boy.”

I want you to fuck me up. I mean, i want you to make me your bitch. Your little peepee-piss-myself bitch. I want it to get embarrassing. I mean like, weirdly embarrassing. Unsanitary, too. We should be entirely different people by the end of the first eight hours.

Do you understand what i’m trying to say here? I mean, i’m a real freak. I’m not normal. Ma’am, please… you have to crush me.