LYRICS: Faded pictures bleached by sun, The tale’s told, the summer’s done. In memories the Pines still play, On a sunny summer’s day. Hidden deep within the woods A buried treasure waits for you; Secrets lost and statues found Beyond the rusty gates.
And even though our ride is here, The bus awaits, goodbyes are said Followed by the tears - and smiles. Cause one day we’ll come back here To mysterious Gravity Falls.
“See you next summer!” we scream. We’ll be waiting here for you. To come back soon… We’ll be here.
yes, people, it’s me again, sobbing like a little baby (i’m still not okay). so yeah, i’ve made this. about us, probably. i wanted this to be about us. oh, and there is a little thing at the end, if you listen to it carefully.
if you haven’t heard it yet, i’ve also made a song for Bill:
Haise went to :re at some point in the manga by himself and Touka ask him if he’s a teacher and he said he was a ghoul investigator. I wonder how the conversation goes on or did Touka just walk away and leave him be? Did he come again to :re after that? Did Haise know her name? Did he called her Touka-chan or Kirishima-san? Did he ever come back just to talk to her?
I want to know what happened behind the scene! Ishida-senseeeeeeei! Why are you doing this to us!
Last night I played with the ripple plug and got it fully inserted. WOW! Couldn’t cum with the HT on. Tonight I’m going to bed with the prostate plug in. I got the band around my balls and my little dick is trying to get hard. I’m dripping like crazy already.
Can’t wait to see master in four days. Going to ride his fucking machine all wrapped and taped up in his sling. Already told him I want to do twice our normal session length with no backing out. Hopefully he can give me multiple ruined orgasms.
Share this and follow me so I’m humiliated online like the faggot slut I am and I’ll post pics from our session. I want video of me helplessly tied up, locked up, getting fucked by a machine, cumming over and over again and begging and sobbing like a slutty little faggot.