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?

"i hate you"

okay then have an enemies to lovers arc with me

Linnanjuhlat mut joka kerta ku kätellään siitä tulee nopeempi

sometimes i feel ive got to *minecraft death sound* *minecraft death sound* run away