Me (an Evil Persecutor) On My Way To Take Candy From Babies (evilly) Because I’m Evil And Fucked Up

stories where the past is a wound that refuses to heal

im applying a new problem-solving philosophy that i learned from the way of the sword. i basically cut down anyone who stands in my way like animals lead to the slaughter and its really improved my workflow. im running into way fewer problems that cannot be solved by applying swordlogic

Pokémon stamps~

me after fronting and causing problems:

I really need to work on being normal

lrb I don't know about the characterization there. but that is me for real

is this not what happened

I log on here to post things like "the people hate me and want me killed in the streets because I am irredeemable and emo" and then I leave the house in a polo and crocs