So my friends got me to watch attack on titan…
They could’ve shot me point blank in the chest and it would’ve hurt less
spring time! 🍃
Broooo I love that ff sooooo much i want MORE
porco is extremely done with reibert…
sparrow song
missin bertholdt hoover like a mf 💔
Be gay, do crimes, stay hydrated.
day 3: timeskip au kiss
Oh god i love this
bad boy х friendly ghost 👻👻👻
That's... that's just poetic
I don't even know what to say
Dedicate your heart for polish food
@aleja-gwiazd-biegniemy @grubyszopiel
Everything that you thought had meaning: every majonez dekoracyjny, ciastka HIT, or jajka and kiełbasa. None of it matters as you lie hungry in your kitchen. None of it changes what a tummy ache does to a body, we all hungy. But does that mean our lives are meaningless? Does that mean that there was no point in our being born? Would you say that of our stolen food? What about their taste? Were they meaningless...?
They were NOT! Their memory serves as an example to us all! The courageous yummies! The anguished yummies! Their tastes have meaning because we the living refuse to forget them! And as we ride to certain death, we trust our successors to do the same for us! Because my Polish Tumblr mutuals do not buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of Bertholdt Hoover!
wake up. get sad about bertholdt hoover. go to sleep. repeat.
The time is now, Reiner has no other choice
No matter how much he loves his abusive boyfriend, he has to do this...
This is it...?
Are we finally free...?
Every polak on earth can enjoy their meal
This is a happy ending
...But not for everybody
He lost a loved one...
But maybe Bertholdt wanted this all along
Bertholdt will be rememberd
Even tho most will remember his as the evil one, there will be one's who loved him
( @aleja-gwiazd-biegniemy @srebrnastal nie wytrzymam zaraz, pomocy)
@aleja-gwiazd-biegniemy @grubyszopiel
Everything that you thought had meaning: every majonez dekoracyjny, ciastka HIT, or jajka and kiełbasa. None of it matters as you lie hungry in your kitchen. None of it changes what a tummy ache does to a body, we all hungy. But does that mean our lives are meaningless? Does that mean that there was no point in our being born? Would you say that of our stolen food? What about their taste? Were they meaningless...?
They were NOT! Their memory serves as an example to us all! The courageous yummies! The anguished yummies! Their tastes have meaning because we the living refuse to forget them! And as we ride to certain death, we trust our successors to do the same for us! Because my Polish Tumblr mutuals do not buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of Bertholdt Hoover!