Anonymous asked: do you smoke.. like for real? if yes, does your family know that you do?

Yes

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About Me

People call me Chasa. Long story, you don’t have to wonder. I’ve been living in this sick world for 19 years now and in those years, which I am spending wisely (well that is for me to say and for you to consider it a phrase against the 10 commandments), I have found out the truth/reason behind my unbelievably god-like existence. I was born to provide curiosity and insecurity for the poor, normal people in my race. As for the others, something very mean and demonic is on my mind… I would love to type it here but there seems to be an angel on my right ear, telling me to be nice for just a second or two. But then again, as long as my information is written here, I’d be blessed that long. I’d be given power and basically everything else I want for sparing the pride and shame of those filthy human beings I just shared my pity to. I eat cigarettes for breakfast, mixed drinks and beer for lunch, pure acid for dinner and something hardcore and dreamy for my midnight snack. But I'm not the typical asshole you'd get to meet while crossing a busy street; I'm the one with limited edition killer heels and a big ribbon made of red rubies and blue diamonds, helping a senior citizen tie his shoe. I am, by far, the most patient woman you will ever meet since a finger in my boyfriend’s dick hole won’t make my head explode; not just like that. But I am, of course, not the friendliest person you will encounter ‘cause one huge strike in my “patience gland” and I’d kick you off my boiling universe that would kill the fuck out of your boastful, fat bodies. I’m not trying to get the fear out of your coward bones; I’m giving you advance advice because this time, everything I say is the truth. No more lies. Now tell me, did you understand a single fuck I just narrated? Well I guess not. Yes, I know that everything I blabbed about made your brains turn into your favorite alphabet soup during a cold weather, though the unconscious part of your brain finally realized the reality about people you shouldn’t mess with. Now you know me. (: I usually post original stuff. I reblog and follow back if I find your posts interesting.

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