“Let me tell you who they are online,” and let me tell you who they are in real life.
The facial expression of shitting and staring at the same time.
When people wish to be me, they find ways to put the nails in their own coffins.
“I assume that you are a thief so I will not work but wait for you to prove me wrong.”
Time to dress one’s work.
I will never leave this world without a fight and if I leave I will still be fighting.
I am a transitioned female born with brown eyes, curly black hair, and olive skin. Here lies my personal definition of perfection; an unconditional love for the self.
I am not Quebecois, and I will never be Quebecois even though I live in Quebec among people of Quebec which it is not a race nor a country but a City belonging to other people of this country—so take that motherfucking flag elsewhere boy.
Find someone else.
“I oblige you to look at my face that is printed on the spine of this book.”