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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[–] 87 points 6 months ago

"It has too many layers for me to describe in full right now, but if I cut to the core of it, it will surely make you cry."

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