“can you read the next paragraph to the class?”
no one ever likes me as much as i like them
i like my men how i like my tea
thrown in the boston harbor
I like my men like I like my wine.
Twelve years old and locked in a basement.
I like my men how I like my meat
ground up and in the freezer
I like my men how I like my books
bound in leather
I like my men how I like my homework
spread all over the table
one on top of the other
white people love to dress up on halloween and look more pale and demonic than they already do
you can’t buy a boyfriend but you can buy a cage