Dear You.

[mrsomewhere]

Pretty words are the shields behind which small, cowardly men often hide.

Befitting this, these shields are invariably wide-eyed, terrified human children, that more often than not belong to someone else.

i hope you fucking choke on every blood saturated syllable.

Merry PoorDeadVisionaryonaSturdyWoodenCrossSeasonishTypeThingy, you quasi-intellectual-hippy-filth-eaters.