We had a beach day.

He ate shit, a highlight of the vacation so far.

Had a breakdown during my vacation, cut my hair, realised how hot I am, now it's pride month so I'm unstoppable.

We are in my 'healing' arc, welcome.

one year anniversary of the launch. ttp is otp.

I heard her nattering on with her silly headdress and her moody face and I just thought 'dear fuck, I wanna slap her' so I did. Why not? I was there, and Your Themperor bows to no one. Then she beat me. And to be honest, it completely ruined my night.

Why don't you shove your stupid feathery fucking hat up your oversized ass and focus on Sachin Kamal. In fact, no. Don't. I hope you underestimate him like I did and lose your belt.

I knew I supported Brooke Morgan in that whole thing for a reason.

All-timer tweet.

Your Dad.

Sure, chief. Don't tell your mom, though. You know how she is. It's been a stressful year at the factory, but I got some good stuff coming up. Just been under a lotta pressure lately, I don't think your mother really gets it.

You are all my sons and daughters. To some of you, here's five bucks, champ. Sport. Kiddo. To the rest of you, I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed.

I know, you've made a hobby out of disappointing everyone.

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥: 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭. She's a living tribute to every ‘90s slasher heroine: resourceful, vengeful, & always the last woman standing 📼 — BE KIND & REWIND ⏪ — Link; tinyurl.com/CaseyElliottFX

I've been too quiet for too long (a month-ish) so WAKE UP its time fucking DIE I don't know who this was and I don't care.

I'll never forget you, Melly Chapel. You made me blind for like several days cos you threw like hot fry grease in my eyes so you'll need serious help too after I'm done with you.

Millicent Chápel will pay for Melly Chapel's crimes.

kinda boils my blood to see people handwave the work of camera operators, editors, graphic designers, show promoters, bookers, fans, ring announcers, costume, makeup, and the wrestlers to make a community around this brutal, bloody, beautiful thing.

If I lost my ear to a mousetrap or a rusty chainsaw, I would simply come back taller and hotter. I can't be killed. I can survive on the serotonin i get from deatmatches alone. I live for this shit.

Therapists are expensive and they keep having opinions so no thank you. What if I just made you bleed in front of yelling people instead how about that