Call me an idiot under your breath so I know it's real

There is something seriously wrong with some of you.

And there is something hilariously wrong with the rest of you.

If I remember correctly, I can tweet whatever I want and you can fuck off.

You're so awesome. My twitter wouldn't be the same without you until tomorrow when I don't want anything to do with you.

When you’ve been nothing but honest and forthcoming about your past and your mistakes, you have nothing to fear.

It’s your laundry, air it.

It's cute when guys hit on me not knowing what a horrible person I really am.

Love. It's what makes me vomit.

I love the pungent rotted taste on your breath.. as you whisper to me a sweet lullaby of death.

What makes this healthy is I don't need your approval.

You people lull me into a false sense of security. The world is not this cool.

Actually, I do give a fuck

I give a fuck about a lotta stuff

If she's old enough to bleed she's old enough to destroy you mentally and leave you an emotionless husk.

A smile hides the shards of a broken heart only from the eyes of those who don't care to see.

I bet the soul that got reincarnated as me is probably pretty fucking disappointed with this shit.

I don't use twitter for drama because I have enough drama in my life, I use it for laughs because I don't have enough of those.

You think you hate your life now? Wait til I get involved.

You know what homeless people appreciate more than money? Being spoken to like they’re human.

This is my face.
These are my thoughts.
My RTs are tweets I adore.
It's pretty fucking simple if you want it to be.

I piss a lot of people off being myself.

Just because something broke you doesn't mean you have to stay broken.