I’m kinda late but who cares (I hate the hair)
Everyone lived, so it's ambassadors Reiner and Bertolt 😌
he was 17 what the actual fuck who does that he was 17 oh my god he was 17.
going to the cinema!
Hi hello hi hiii
That's us
I'm killing myself
Hoorayyyy
I’m kinda late but who cares (I hate the hair)
@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!
Nobody touch him
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