Screenshot of a Tumblr post by user grimeclown:

If I was a sickly little peasant boy designated by the aristocracy to carry messages back and forth for pennies and you found me against our city's outer wall with a deep wound in my chest from a musket ball and a letter clutched in my hand and I told you that my dying wish was to have someone read that letter to me so I would know I died for something important and you open it up and you find a single large diagram of an onion would you tell me what it was? What would you say?
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[–] [S] 113 points 6 months ago* (3 children)
>be a sickly little peasant
>designated by the aristocracy to carry messages back and forth
>they pay me pennies
>musket ball goes through my chest
>imgonnafuckingdie.pcx
>a stranger grabs the letter I'm clutching in my hand
>tell them my dying wish is that they read it to me so I would know I died for something important
>they open the envelope and show it to me
>it's fucking loss.jpg
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