^{Ya sure its not to “spicy” for you?}

   ^{It’s actually the exact amount of spiciness I can handle, thank you.}

^{“Harley I told you stop ordering porn! You’re paying that 20$ charge on my cable bill.”}

   ^{“Um – it was 19.99.}  _{An’ I’d have money if ya’ let me do my job.”}

   ^{“Well, right now I’m watchin’ New Tits, Big Dick but I’m sure we could find somethin’ a lil’ more festive –”}

   ^{“An’ what New Years resolution is that?} _{Not gettin’ an STD?”}

   ^{She’s almost offended; she knows that this is something their father had tried to drill in their heads amidst all of the gang violence surrounding their home, and in-between all of the shoplifting in order to eat. But getting the police involved over a family dispute? That’s something unheard of. And so she doubts it, in the way she doubts Harleen believes what comes out of her own mouth. Harley doesn’t believe anyone with her own blood flowing through them is that stupid, despite how dull she thinks her own sister.
         “Mmm,” an acknowledgement that she had, indeed, heard the words spoken to her, but a clear disregard for the meaning of them is apparent, as she leans forward from her hips and places her arms behind her back. She knows precisely what she’s doing, an unspoken illness running through both sides of her family tree, colliding into each-other and creating herself, her twin, and their younger brother.
                  The brother, Barry, the weakest of the three; he’s spent his life playing video games which revolve upon success and injuring others - the family dream, remaining a dream at his hand. Harleen, the middle child; she’s achieved a faux nirvana of doctorhood - suppressing what makes her one of their own, but Harley can see it glinting in her eyes every so often. Throughout their shared childhood, small occurrences, and thou doth protest too much. Harley; she knows that this is what she was born for - to be a God. She’s found herself wondering on more than one occasion if her sister is meant to live her life in misery, somehow believing herself to be better than her free-er counterparts, or if she could somehow be an asset.}  _{And so, she begins a test.}
                           ^{A squint of the eyes, a too-fake innocent smile, and she says  “hit me.”}

   ^{“I think we, collectively as tha’ people, should all havea’ giant orgy - excludin’ tha’ uglies, of course - but we don’t all get what we want, huh?”}

_{@former-psychiatrist ^{from here}}

^{“You are way over reacting. It was once, and don’t act like you’ve never fucked any of my boyfriends.”}

   ^{“I fucked all ya’ boyfriends. But nonea’ them were serious! Fuck, Harleen, ya’ act like you’re tha’ only one who matters!}  _{You’re not God’s gift ta’ human-kind. You’re nothing. An’ tha’ fact ya’ could even fathom being anythin’ else is just sad.”}

   ^{“Canya’ stop yourself from fuckin’ everythin’ with a pulse for one fuckin’ second?”}

^{[text] U ran down the streets naked with a mario hat on trying to jump over cars yelling LETS GO and u ran into a street light}