Things happen.

Things happen.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Feb 22, 2017
You know, i've never really seen myself as a 'nice guy'. I doubt anyone else sees me as that either, with my usual clownish face paint and the overall "don't fucking mess with me" feel that seems to follow me in this big black cloud. Sometimes i really dread that, the awkward stares that i get and the groups of people that move to the other sides of the street the second they catch gaze of me can really bring a motherfucker like me down but i mean, what can i do? Remove the makeup? No, that would just mean that these 3 huge scars that go from one side of my face to the other would be visible and i really can't have people asking about that shit. I get so lost in my thoughts that i manage to forget that all these random-ass horns keep appearing. In stumble over one with a loud "HONK" both from me, and the horn. People are staring now. Their gazes feel like daggers. I try to laugh it off despite the fact that i had fallen right on my face and now my nose is bleeding everywhere. I spot him out of the corner of my eye and... Holy fuck he looks even more adorable than usual. Well damn. TRIGGER WARNING: sexual themes (it's not smut tho), child abuse, implied sexual assault, swearing, drugs and other edgy things
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