#but why
not friends, not enemies, just strangers with memories.
saddest thing in the world is watching someone’s true colors ruin the picture they painted in your head..
found out your love isn’t real……
APWIEHABAVDHSHSVBAIEHDVVRIDBSBGGAAAAAAAHHHHH
Just finished vol. 9 of saga. Nobody talk to me. Am broken.
Simcoe on TURN: uses his bayonet to stab a man to death, cuts out his tongue and proceeds to write a letter in his blood
The real John Graves Simcoe, 13 March 1776: “It is past two o'clock in the morning. I am Capt'n of our Picquet. In one corner of the room, on one-half of my bed made (luxury indeed!) of clean straw, lies an officer asleep, with his feet towards the fire. He snores, but not in one drone, but in several modulations. My bayonet is stuck in the table, the socket of which serves as a candlestick to a night light. One half of my chair is now burning in the fire, and the other, when I shall have finished this letter, will be applied to the same use […]”
I will eat less than you do in a day. Just to show you that you don’t care about my well being as much as I do yours. A simple are you hungry or what have you eaten today, shows just how much a person cares when you’re skin and bones.
