Oh, motherfucking dipshit writers.
Now that they explained it, I’m not pleased at all.
Helpless on the ground
Hands and feet tightly bound
In my eyes no mercy found
My sharp knife starts to carve around
Penetrate your naked skin
Rip flesh and dig within
With a pleased and twisted grin
I spread your lungs like eagle’s wings
generation kill | episode one “get some”
I’m calling bullshit, Fern.
my otp is boxes & raccoons
Hold on, ‘cause what’s said is said and what’s done is done. Oblivious clocks on the walls run ‘cause time doesn’t owe us a thing.