#//ooc also I can’t find my stylus so this was finger drawn jop 🫶 my b
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I can’t sleep. I see him. Visions of him, of how he was.
..Thomas…
Lad, I’m… Its not Christ. Damn this There are oceans between who we are and who we were when you were mine. I miss
#terror rp#thomas jopson#the terror art#my photographs#//ooc words are from “Night Windows” by the Weakerthans top tier song— my captain is GRIEVING#//ooc also I can’t find my stylus so this was finger drawn jop 🫶 my b
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