i don't need a boy to handle my shit

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''i am not your pretty girl; i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix — a forest of werewolves and wendigos that will carve out your chest so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths." +

johnmulaneys:

I can glower. I can do that.