In Kuroshitsuji, we don’t say “I love you,” we say “Yes, my lord,” which translates roughly to “you motherfucking punk your soul better be fucking worth all of the bullshit you make me do YOU CANT EVEN BUTTON YOUR OWN SHIRTS YOU USELESS PRICK” and I think that’s beautiful.
I feel like giving Sebastia a pat on the back sometimes…
I’m scared to grow up. what if I end up alone. what if my career choice plummets. what if all my friends are happily employed and in relationships. what if no one wants me.
I don’t want to grow up.