your hands

I want to play everskies so freakin badly but you can’t create accounts anymore 😔🐸 this upsets me.

you can now!

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?

oh my fucking god

It’s five am. I can’t send this to every coworker I’ve ever had right now, so you get it instead

It is fair to say that I want to kiss bloodhound.