WAIT

Billionaires have the treasured milky white skin so prized in high society, except it's more like a husky cocoon concealing the wretched and damnable creature truthfully contained within its slimy, haggard walls.

I think if I turn Elon Musk over, I could pour out his spineless essence like a warm soup right onto the pavement.

The crows would feast upon him and spread his nutritious seedlings to the far corners of middle earth.

Then I'd turn to Zuckerberg who would cower in fear but know he has nowhere to run, for his legs are spindly and weak and would collapse underneath the heavy pitcher of his hollowed out meat sack.

can't wait for it to be 5 something pm to get some pictures of the most calming scenery to share with you westerners, unless the snow melts before 5, then you won't get pictures and i won't get the nice chemicals

chłop na weselu pyta mnie "cóż tam, panie, w polityce?". pokazuję mu pastelowe infografiki z instagrama. natychmiast ucina mi głowę kosą

yun jin day!!

oh no by marina isn’t even a pop song it’s like a diary entry from god

Diona talking to Venti and Kaeya like