beautiful cinnamon roll: Eggsy Unwin
my mom went mental, banging on about losing me as well as my dad. didn’t want me being cannon fodder for snobs like you. judging people like me from your ivory towers with no thought about why we do what we do. we ain’t got much choice, you get me? and if we was born with the same silver spoon up our arses we’d do just as well as you.