“A certain shoemaker one of the chief towns of Silesia, in the year 1591, September 20, on a Friday betimes in the morning, in the further part of his house, where there was adjoining a little garden, cut his own throat with his shoemaker's knife.” Oh My GodHell YesSuck It Twilight Book:A Clutch of Vampires: These Being Among the Best from History & Literature Source: A Clutch of Vampires: These Being Among the Best from History & Literature
“Fuck you,” I hiss, so angry my vision blurs. With each word, my tone gets louder until I’m once again screaming, “Why bother asking me, if you weren’t going to actually give me the benefit of the doubt? That’s the problem with people like you. You all think you know, but you don’t know shit!” TruthIssuesFrustratedSighRelatableHell YesPeople Not Listening Book:Free Spirit Source: Free Spirit