Guess who’s still up and ready to conversate. This guy. John. The Stitched Boy. The boy with stitches. Likes strawberries? Tall? .H. Has a mute sister? Spirit creature father figure? …Yeah -.H-.
no i do not use this sherlockiann00b blog anymore but i’m using it now for this.
‘Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love.
Some days I don’t know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear
‘Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Don’t listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore…
..
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You’re gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that’s left is the ghost of you.
Now we’re torn, torn, torn apart,
There’s nothing we can do
Just let me go we’ll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I’ll see you when I fall asleep
Don’t listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Don’t listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore…
I T W I L L D E S T R O Y Y O U R L I F E
TUR̰̬͎͓̻͎̿͞B͔͎̱̖͈̘͗̄ͣ̍̀́ͅͅO̞̟͎̗̰̬͓̤ͤ͐̈̿̃̈́̆ͫ͝T̡͙͇̟̖̗ͪ̽ͯ͜A̸͎ͫ͐ͨ̄͘S̤͓ͤT̘̗̩̲̠̳͖̙͌̅̃́Ȉ̜̹̘̝ͣ̋̊ͨͭC̷͚ͩͩ͛TURBO NO
This makes me uncomfortable.
