Complimentmyfleshprison - MY NECK MY BACK MY ANXIETY ATTACK

If i was a sickly little peasant boy designated by the aristocracy to carry messages back and forth for pennies and you found me against our citys outer wall with a deep wound in my chest from a musket ball and a letter cluthed in my hand and i told you that my dying wish was to have someone read that letter to me so i would know i died for something important and you open it up and you find a single large illustrated diagram of an onion would you tell me what it was? What would you say?

Yeah OK sure I guess why not.

Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"

I don’t and you SHALL NOT

Voiks tän tehä yksin?

ancient finnish proverb (via vihtakulli)

I can't stop thinking about this pamphlet from my counselors office