Translation: “I crushed that fucking thing like a bug under my shoe. This is my gravy train, goddamnit!”

“I am not a racist.”™

Meth, it’s meth they are smoking.

“The world sees her as this glamorous, sophisticated, jet-setting woman,

Can I have your hair? And maybe your car.

I just want enough of me left to make enough ashes to create a framed portrait of my face with a disapproving glare. It can be glued onto an outline like glitter. Dead glitter.