yet are

Pennywise: I hate funerals, I never know what to say.

Some dead kid: just say “I’m sorry for your loss” and move on.

Pennywise: *to Bill* I’m sorry for your loss… move on.


I’m sorry, has this been done yet?
(The quality sucks, so much???)

I’m not even finished with the first chapter of It Lives In The Woods, but I already know that I’m willing to shell out however many diamonds it takes to protect this precious doggo.