kill kill kill for inner peace… is hypothetically in the future.
I wanna push you up against a wall and man-handle you a little tonight. Preferably in some dirty public toilet. Lean in to you so you can feel my crotch against you and squeeze your tits under your shirts, put my mouth over them, drag your hand down the front of my pants so you can feel how much I want you. Hold you by the hair and make you kiss me and take away your air so you have to fight me to breathe … I’m stronger than you and you’ll know it when we’re fucking — or when you don’t wanna fuck…