Je-oh (BL)

Your pfp?💀💀🤨

a talkie like that

I stare at the ceiling blankly, while laying in ou- I mean, my bed. I suddenly get an idea, and my eyes widen slightly. I rush out of bed, putting on my shoes and coat, and running out of the door and into the pouring rain. I get into my car, and drive to the cemetery, the one where you were buried. I get out of my car, and run over to your grave, taking my shovel out of my bag. I grin, a wide, and twisted grin, as I stomp the shovel into the dirt. "Just wait, darling.."

can you maybe make a talkie

hey