Anonymous asked: Go for the knees first. That way that stupid laughing bitch can't run. Then go for her face/throat.
Bitch, I do what I want.
The next time I see ShitfaceGigglepants I’ll first be swinging my bat in the general direction of her face. Then I’ll move on to her legs, arms, and thoracic cavity. Then I will remove each one of her teeth that are hiding behind that mask she wears and then I think I’ll stomp her throat in.
Anonymous asked: I hate to break this to you, but since you and your friends have given yourselves numbers, you should be next. You brought this on yourself.
No one cares. You don’t “hate to break this” to me. You’re lapping up every bit of our misery. I’ll see you in hell, fuckwit.
xoxoxo - Skye
Anonymous asked: Don't you hate it when people pretend to be with the Master and his Proxy. I doubt they would mess with you on tumblr. And if they did, they would spell their words right. As for me, I hope you find Giggles and bash her face in. Make her suffer for what she did.
Don’t you hate it when people try to assume things about you AND ask a rhetorical question without putting in a question mark?
Why are you Anonymous? If you actually gave a shit put your face to it.
Goddess, sorry. I’ve just been in a really shitty mood here lately… Okay, well, more so than usual, but all things considering a shitty mood is hardly anything to fret about. It could obviously be worse.
What the hell do you mean by Master though? The only “master” I have is my Lord and Lady… and pizza. Okay, and maybe drugs. But still.
Bashing Giggles’ face in sounds incredible - and don’t you worry, the next time I see Giggles she’ll have to get herself a new name because when I’m done with her she won’t be able to create sound let alone laugh. I have a motherfucking baseball bat with her name carved into it.
Anonymous asked: I LUV U!
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Anonymous asked: Skye was there, Violet was too. Chris is now did, and soon will be you.
Look at how absolutely terrified I am~
- “did”? Are you fucking kidding me? Don’t you mean dead, you shitfuck? Could you at least use the right word when you’re trying to threaten me? Jesus Christ. I’m surrounded by fucking idiots.
- This was sooo clever. Did you forget the fact that Cam and Alex happened to be there as well? Or did you just not know how to spell that?
- “soon will be you” Poetry or not - that’s not how words fucking word you cuntface.
Here’s a poem for you:
Roses are go fuck yourself.
Violets are go fuck yourself.
Sugar is go fuck yourself
and go fuck yourself you dumbass cuntface.
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels.
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
‘Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on a bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore —
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven, he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!
Paul Laurence Dunbar, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (via thesecretrebellion)
What good are wings if you can’t fly?