Harry Potter Liebe // papercut März 2014
Fuck all of you, seriously, I’m so fucking pissed! How could no one have the fucking balls to tell me they lost my cat, when they’ve known for months! I shoulda never let you hold on to him, now my baby is gone. I’m fucking torn, I hate you all.
|—||Zen Proverb (via fuckinq)|
The way I got out was by waiting until the guard got a bit buddy buddy with me, the result of years and years of letting him think I had pretty much resigned myself to my fate until he assumed this salt satisfying benevolence thing, and then cutting his throat when he was leaning against my cage while telling me the story about his ex-wife sucking his dick at the Arby’s for the millionth time.
You might have a more convenient weapon handy, but in my case I had plenty of time to train my abdominal muscles to work on my insides to where I was able to break off and sharpen one of my own ribs, then pushing it up and out through my mouth at the perfect moment to strike. Not all of you will have that kind of time to prepare, so be ready to improvise.
That’s how I got out there, and I wish the rest of you luck with your dreams.
Poor Preston, sometimes it’s just best to give people some space.