Putting a bloody lace handkerchief in my back pocket to indicate that I’m into Victorian tuberculosis roleplay.
Me: ok now tell me I’m going to get better, but do it in a way that lets me know you’re lying to make both of us feel better. Maybe pretend to cry when you leave the room, also.
you’re a horse in the wild west and you see a cowboy take off his hat for the first time and you have a panic attack because you thought it was a part of their heads
ALT
