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peter is turning twenty seven, which means he will be dying soon. and i can’t wait. i’m going to eat a little piece of his brain, raw. to capture the essence of his intelligence. then? a bit of inner thigh. this i will fry up and eat like steak. 
AND THEN? to top it all off, i will eat his entire heart. 

raw and drippy with his blood. then we will be one.

it’s ok, he said i could. he said he’s promised his heart to a few ladies so there may be fight. but you know what? i’ll knock a bitch the fuck out. i’ll knock twenty bitches the fuck out. keep your hands off my heart, biiiiiiitches.

happy valentines day you, The Internet. i love you.

thank you for masturbating to my photos, thank you for looking at my vagina. 

let's get two toilets. install them next to each other. then poop. and hold hands at the same time. smiling at each others pooping faces.

goodbye forever

mad maxine