that dude is literally me
/j

bet

Thine is a maiden, is thine not?

who

Thee mistress yond requesteth of thee

what

Thine maiden snuffs thee, cometh hith'r cometh here, giveth thine a loving kiss.

>////<

Is thee expression a loving one? Is thy in bethinking of loving thine?

>~<

Speak, yond gent maiden. Speak! Doth not leaveth thou belov'd diffident.

eeeee
no
I don’t wanma

Thou leaveth thine in most wondrous regreteth and dismay. Mineth belov'd maiden, doth not forsaketh thou. Is thines meekness the encourageth to mineth despondency? Leaveth me not in dismay upon these half heart'd waters.

I’m trying to make meme not be femboi
>:c

Mineth love, art thou not feminine? Thee behaveth and carryeth thyself as a fine maiden of age, beest not offend'd by thines assumptions mineth beloved.

gahhh i must fight the femboy
ackk

Mineth loveth mineth love, if 't be true thine square is too much to bear, did leteth our Lord God help you. I shalt prayeth upon thee.

yay

Art thou exceeding in joy? Such a joyous thing! Did leteth peace liveth in thou and the fruits of our Holiest Spirit nev'r leaveth thou.

I can barely understand his conversation
yet all it did is make me wanna be more feminine

Doest thou not know? Wherefore doest this provoke thee thy confusing maiden?

I would do that /srs

I can sayeth yond i wouldst accomplisheth the same beloved. Ye art so good, f'r purity is certes within thee. Mineth maiden, thy kindness exceeds mineth expectations beyond limitations.

I’m too America to understand you

Mineth beloved, i am of the same origin. Thine confusing maiden, folly hast did confuseth thee! Maugre thine foolishness, i loveth thine, mineth beloved.

:3
thxxx

Thou art greatly did welcometh mineth love, f'r at which hour i seeth thou mineth gazeth is in an eternal locketh as of the coloreth blue in the sky. A loving kisseth from thou is sweet'r than a thousand sugar canes, i adore thee with all of the being yond maketh thine whom i am, peace beest with thee mineth maiden

hehe thanks

Thanketh thine not, f'r 't is of true. The sooth needeth nay thanks, only acknowledgement, mineth beloved.

c:

Is thou an expression of happiness? Thou most wondrous joy and ponder? Thou art confusing mineth dearly beloved. Maugre all, i loveth thee! Continueth to beest whom thou are, f'r nay one in the nation is sweet'r than thee.