There’s no name for us beyond a grave, but still we sing and scream behind black eyes and broken wrists.There’s no fucking pride in the family. ‘Cause me and my three brothers; we are struck down by fear and loathing. We are a lover and a fighter.
We are only Lost Boys.
I love this so much ajdfjadhf I want to make them into badges that I can pin on my school bag and jackets and maybe everything else I own too
♥♥♥♥♥♥ thank you, sugar! i am actually saving up for custom patches of the seals for me and my lost boys.