ok, it was only one time and i hadn't had coffee yet, but we can all agree his actions constitute a war crime

i feel like even here in the burgh he’s kinda forgotten about

i’m so over this. i’m out here grieving my anxious attachment to someone by trying to fill it with someone else and it’s not fucking working?????

“Trench coats filled with children” is my attempt to describe this esoteric ass plural collective noun

Love going back to the Classics