Rebecca Fukuecho Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Little. Known. Shit? In. Victorian. Times. They’d. Whisper. “Whore.” Like. It’s. Cursed. Hid. It. In. Polite. Chat. “Lady. Of. The. Night.” Ha! Cowards. Me? I’d. Shout. It. From. The. Treetops. Whore! Whore! Whore! Echoes. Like. That. Wind. In. Turin. Horse. “Everything’s. In. Ruins.” They. Moan. Yeah. Whore’s. Ruined. Too. But. Still. Stands.

Plum Blossoms in the Snow — guys i found the manga panels for bsd s5...

fukuchi said: Compliment me hetero >:3c ❤ Answer: Somehow you have managed to deal with me for 7 years now. You are so wonderful addy I love you soo so.

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my croissant right outta Kenji’s hand. It’s like slow-mo. I see it fall, and I’m like, “Nooooo!” It lands right in the dirt. I’m fuming. I mean, come on! Who lets their kid run wild like that?