Good lord why are there 3 of them now I can’t handle this
We may be fools but we are having a good time
WHY ARE THERE TWO OF YALL NOW OH MY FUCKING GOD-
Awfully bold of you to assume I’m a mortal though, but I admire your courage.
I don’t need to speak, nor do you need to continue to fight me, yet in both cases its a game of passion rather than necessity. Those who tell my story are no more mortal than you, but memorys tend to outlive us all. Will the meomorys of you be tales worth telling? Or something to be taken to the grave and never dug up? Choose your words wisely, they will be all you’re known for.
I may not be able to kill what has never lived, but who’s to say I can’t break a few bones? Or do you not have them, and thus are truly a spineless coward?
I need not speak, for when I leave the words of others shall tell my story. You will be forgotten in the sands of time, dear coldbrew, but I will remain as constant as life itself.
You may not see it as a game of flight, but dear, I hope you’ve brought a parachute.
I may be a fool but I’ve seen your sin, try though you might you cannot best a bird in flying, no less can you best me at my own game
Horrifying, thank you.
“My essay can go fuck itself!”
-the girl next to me in English
Also this blog officially has more followers than there are people in my town, and that is scary tbh.
Happy (late) holidays, happy (early) new year, I hope you’re all doing well!
I’m to tired to put screenshots rn but you win, I cannot physically be as cryptic as you, so though it pains me to say: I surrender.