You are the most dangerous person in the room. And the beauty is that none of them know it.
violent impulses more like “someone please assault me so i have an excuse to fight back”
I’m sensual, I’m slow, I’m violently ill, and I’m a fuckin Nine Inch Nails Goth Mother Fucker Baby!!!
The fact that you can’t raise taxes on billionaires even slightly without them pouring money into fascist political movements is, of itself, evidence that billionaires as a class shouldn’t be allowed to exist in the first place.
You, ah, don’t think it’s unfair to judge people’s morals based on their finances?
I, ah, think that it’s perfectly fair to judge people’s morals based on the amount of money they pour into neo-nazi political movements, yeah actually.

My dysphoria tends to manifest as jealousy. As long as I can remember, I have been incredibly jealous of like, 90′s-00′s Marilyn Manson, Brian Molko, Joey Jordison (def during Vol. 3: (The Subliminal Verses) and earlier work) and Gerard Way because my ideal self is a dark-haired, ghastly pale, androgynous god.


