Happy Women’s Day!
Don’t you ever even think of pulling yourself down, girls. You guys are strong as hell and are also enough! All of you are outstanding!
You know those love stories when a rich guy falls in love with a poor girl?
Guess ours started more or less like that.
I mean, you’re definitely a wealthy young man with lots of money, and you still think it’s not enough.
That doesn’t really bother me at all.
In spite of that, you can buy me a nice dress once in a while. I appreciate it.
In return, I’ll give you permission to kill a bunch of bitches who’re jealous or how delightful I am of just because of how suited we are for each other.
In fact, killing is one of your best hobbies, which I find lovely, actually.
When you do kill, I’m not exactly left behind.
I’m simply waiting at another place.
You come to me and amaze me with your murder tales. Oh, I love them so much, darling! Haven’t I told you before?
Sometimes you take me to dance, and after, we’re alone in a quiet room.
You like to wear white everytime you kill the hell out of people. You claim that that color turns out insanely more beautiful when covered in fresh blood. I totally agree.
I’m aware quite well that I’ll be the last person you’ll ever kill. I’m fine with that too.
Till then, it’s a long way to go.
As a masoquist sadistic yet mutually romantic couple, let this groom and this bride love one another even in death.
Who woudn’t love to make these stunning vows in a wedding?
Weren't your words, secrets of yours, that we would now wander in a sea of dreams of mine.