I'm Victor, and so far, I'm 19. I'm made up of assorted opposites and in-betweens. This is where I think, where I chill, where I worry, where I speak, where I am. I've got no guarantee that I'll be interesting, but listen if you want to.
Ask/tell me stuff here.
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Last final was today.
I- I’m done with finals.
I… I’m free.
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Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengence; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
someone say this five times fast.
Source: suicideblonde
