Would U Still Love Me If I Metamorphosed Into A Giant Dung Beetle Overnight

Definitely one of the funniest feature discord has added.

WARNING! ANNOYING BITCH HAS BREACHED THE PERIMETER!!!

DO YOU WISH TO EVACUATE?

"I am the biggest faggot and such a whore" exclaimed the most virgin aroace teenager to ever be born

can give?

can not.

it’s not really a kraken game if john and edzo haven’t had at least one ridiculous side conversation in the first 5 minutes lmfao

How carefully Your neck had bled

Pierced so bluntly by a dagger

Stepping back, but how You staggered-

Left me mourning for the dead.

The evening that had left me speechless,

For the only words were tears that shed

And us standing under raindrops

Gave the regret for You I had plead.

And in the rain Your hair had curled-

How I saw Your witful eyes.

And how they stared up at me

Like two subconscious pearls; in disguise.

O ! Your Beauty, how it took me

With unearlthy bound divine

For it came, absorbed my mind-

Desire of the most unholy.

Upon the earth Your chest lay bare,

But laced with clover.

Your seraphic veiled body

I only wished I could uncover.

But how much could You resist me ?

Far too much for one to bear.

Yet only with You could I speak of laurels;

Laurels, dancing in the air.

“Come tomorrow,” You had told me.

“For then we shall drink bread and wine.

Tomorrow we let the the living live

Today we let the dead die.”

And how I waited, with bread and wine

Awaiting Your curly hair, Your witfull eyes

Those pearls that tore away what was wise-

Too much I wished You heard my cries.

Alone in the rain, my eyes a sea

But still; I did as You please-

I let the living take the dead

And let the dead take me.

but when i die

let mine eyes not take a last look

at your beautiful wings

those rosèd locks of hair

all of your- pretty little things

that i could only dream of

and when i fall to the ground

let it not be caused by thy wings

the wings that saved, and picked me up

the ground so sweetly whispering me forth

the wind that caught me, and pulled me up

for lilies in the grass call my name.

Six feet above water

Six feet under par

Twenty years surprised her

Amongst the quicket little stars !

Two feet beneath the surface

One beneath the soul

Twelve above the heart

Crafted from earthly gold.

Consider what would happen

To a damsel in dismay

Of fear and trembling wonderfully

Of her step to be light and gay

A cricket cap upon her hair

In the sorrowful evening gray !

Twas much of once a worry

What would happen, under par

Beneath the pandemonium’s walls

Beneath the tribal stars

Much yearns to be taken

From the step, last week’s array

For the cricket cap on her head

And her step to be light and gay !

do you think if yuri was trans he would change his name to yaoi

man i love redrawn old paintings

Stanford Pines and his brother Stanley

what brings you to this land?

is it the snow that rests upon the trees? 

or is it the bits of glass within the sand?

does the train that runs excite you? 

the one that speeds unto the hills

such noise that scares the jays

and calls its quiet evening shrills!

are you left with but despair

and a wreaking heart of glass

as the sky kisses the air 

to colden the church's evening mass?

do you wish to run each hill

flattening each blade of grass

the quiet of a winter's kill

lies calmly, waiting for evening mass.