"You'd have to be crazy to go through with this!" *shoots* "Have you met me?"
If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Don't you have other things to do? Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned...... Tyler
"Just who do you think you are anyw--" [BOOM HEADSHOT]
Feel free to just randomly message me, I get bored easily.
I'm a black, non-binary transgender boy, who is a Christian witch (tentative for now). I'm also a panromantic asexual. I sell poetry; contact me if you're interested in buying poems from me.
So, there I was, me the girl and the gun. I did tell her to drop it. But alas she didn't. Unfortunately for her, ... I glanced at her, she leered straight back at me The moment I heard the very click of the trigger. I saw her, she didn't even flinch, the muzzle flash, the bang, the smell of gunpowder.. Feeling a sharp searing pain in my chest I looked down. When I looked up at her again she had walked up to me. I asked her why. "J'aime toi.." Where the very last words that I heard as she whispered them into my ear. Right after the last whim of her warm breath caressed my ear she emptied the magazine. The last thing I remember was her ever so self righteous smile.
[Am going to work this out some further, cause well had this lying around for a while.]
Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong. — Neil Gaiman
