you guys are so fucking bland. swallow some hot sauce or something?? i swear, no one can deal with your sense of order – do you carry a personal filing system in your purse because you genuinely look like a bitch that would. if someone ever needed an assistant then you would be great, but everyone already has their mother yelling at them to clean up their mess.. so maybe you should chill. and don’t get me started on the fake deep. you guys are as shallow as a kiddy pool but you know how to write some pretty great words, so people melt into your hands. your standards are so fucking high, though and i’m not even sure the tallest man in the world could reach them. maybe that’s why you’re always so damn sad and grumpy. oh and jesus, stick to write poetry because your passive aggressive notes are enough to drive a person mad. you’re born writers, but keep some opinions to yourself because not everyone works to your level of expertise. so stop being so hard on others when they fail to meet your expectations. you guys are the worst kind of overachievers. oh and stop nagging so fucking much – we’re all sick of hearing your voice.
Lady Jace Of The Fae 