Even in death, I find no rest.

i need a kiss like so bad bro. like bro. what if you grabbed my belt and pulled me in and we cuddled on my bed kissing bro. like bro come on. bro its not gay i swear bro jus

i wanted to be courted like those silly romantic novels, like some comparison of my eyes to the shining stars and cheesy shit like that

I need a soft faced boy between my legs, for his eyes to beam with joy and love when they meet mine

you have to kill Nazis. you have to kill Fascists. this didn’t use to be controversial. my grandpa killed so many Fascists, man. and it was objectively morally correct of him to do so. the instant you start spouting some “we are the superior race” nonsense, you deserve to be killed badly. the instant you stop treating every human being with respect for their basic rights you have given up the right to claim humanity

haunting the moors all by yourself handsome?