Some are self-explanatory.
Please braid my hair
Some will wipe their sludge all over you, dare you try and escape.
Ragh?
Others will trap you in their labyrinth of fragility. Frequently throwing razor-blade parties and drafting suicide notes amidst a sea of bleeding, like-minded Sensitive New Age Troll pity-pals.
I want to violently weep on your chest when we make love, Lauren.
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