- Your mother was right about you- you’re an infuriating cocksucker.
- You’re nothing but a candy-striper with legs as long as Kareem Abdul-Jabar’s pajama bottoms.
- You could be my black Kate Moss tonight.
- How are things, my thrice-cursed little mountebank?
- You know what? You’re just portions for foxes.
i think everything he sends me are quotes bc i only know about a third of them