‘dad’ a young boy goes to his father, ‘I’m depressed because I have a personality crisis where I act angrily towards my crush but secretly I harbour feelings for them that I don’t admit.’
the father sighs pitifully and pats his son’s arm ‘dere dere, tsun’
i just woke up and am going to uni super quick and i look terrible and i’m doing nothing about it
The Viceroy is blessing your bloge.
I DROPPED MY HAM IN THE SINK
if u dont like girls in maid outfits with bloody knifes we cant be friends