@Cloudy_is_trying_her_best
(ASH WHYYYY)
(ASH WHYYYY)
(I'm slowly losing my sanity. Ya wanna see my other one?)
(Is that…a chip?)
(No. It's a Rickroll.)
(I don't know what that is but okay!)
(oh my g o d)
(Oh..wait. It's just a roll…)
(With Rick Astley's hair on it.)
(…)
(burn it with holy fire)
PatrickDesigns
E l m o w i l l c o n q u e r t h e m I d d l e c l a s s
and I leave you with this
mojack when she hears something knocking around her attic at 12 am
🥺
Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy
Comes marching home
Brave soldier boy
Comes marching home.
Ash in the snow
Falling so slow
Like fragile, broken hearts
With no place to go.
Little soldier boy
Come marching home
Brave soldier boy
Come marching home
He thought he knew
What he was fighting for,
But the sight of blood
Made him question war.
Poor soldier boy
Cold and alone
Bomb fall like rain,
He's all alone
Those leaves did grow
From branches overgrown
Drifting slowly down
Resting in the snow.
Little soldier boy
Taken form home
Forced to fight a war
That is not his own.
Leaves from the vine
Changing so slow
Like empty, fallen souls
Looking for a home.
Little soldier boy
Thought that he could soar
Died in their war.
You truly are someone I hold dear, your guidance and faith in me throughout the year really helped me keep pushing through. You made the year fun and really helped pull me through some bad times. Knowing that you (as well as others) believed in me made me happier than I can really express with words. So thank you for that. You guys really are like the moon to me, a moonflower. You helped me realize that I can still bloom in the dark. I really hope to see you again if the future permits.
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