Percyception wrote:http://m.youtube.com/?#/watch?v=dtZb53YOBQs I can't stop listening to it.
^ for PC users.
Thank you. I wanted to post it like that, but I guess I can't on my tablet. Can you stop listening to it? I can't. Don't you think it's beautiful? I do.
twenty one pilots is so dumb. there isn't even 21 of them
Percyception wrote:http://m.youtube.com/?#/watch?v=dtZb53YOBQs I can't stop listening to it.
^ for PC users.
I FOUND LYRICS OH GOOGLE
Together, we'll set our feelings out upon the wind And carve a path forward into the future!
Everyday is the same story -- I simply exist without purpose, wasting my life away.
But today, the time has come to say goodbye To that boring old me! If you and I can truly uncover That precious intangible we seek
Then our dreams, our hopes, and our loved ones Will have already begun sparkling like diamonds. Let's go on an adventure together, riding the wind, And carving our path forward in the future!
Under the blue sky that stretches as far as the eye can see, Bathed in the dazzling brightness if the sun Let's take the deepest breath our lungs will allow And run forth, with all the strength we can muster. We two were born to be together, Bound by the strongest bonds there can be.
Past, Present, and Future will all merge into one single story. Let's go on an adventure together, hands outstretched, As travelers on the wind!
If you grow weary, I will comfort you in these arms As tightly as can be; I will give you the strength to get up
And then with our powers combined We'll continue to write our unpredicted tale together! Our dreams, our hopes, and our loved ones Will have already begun sparkling like diamonds. Let's go on an adventure together, riding the wind, And carving our path forward in the future!
Past, Present, and Future will merge into a single story. Let's go on an adventure together, hands outstretched, As travelers on the wind!
twenty one pilots is so dumb. there isn't even 21 of them
[Warning: The following story has been reviewed by the PRI (Percy Rating Inc.) And is advised that you are +13. Young readers may find this scary. Thank you for taking the time to read this.]
Entry One: Day 1
I had been invited over because my friend said there was "paranormal activity" going on in there. I hesitated; He HAS played a few nasty tricks in the past. He kept begging, I thought about it... and I finally decided to head over there I arrived the next day.
Entry 2: Day 2
The house was big and black. It had long, winding halls and endless rooms. No. I mean literally endless... the hall just keeps going. The doors always have another door hiding behind it. No paranormal activity though... that's good, right? I came over here to investigate, by nothing's happening. Should I leave? I'll decide later. For now, I should rest.
Entry 3: Day 4
Today something paranormal happened! That's good, right? We heard some doors opening and shutting, but whenever we approached said doors they just stopped and a chill blew through the air...
Entry 4: Day 6
More paranormal activity everyday... it went from occasional doors shutting to screams coming from the endless halls. I want to leave, but I can't. I can't turn this down. It's too important...
Entry 5: Day 10
Oh my Gosh... this is getting scary. Everytime I wake up, I hear a girl crying for their mom... I then hear a little boy say "Give up..." I don't know anymore! IS THIS EVEN WORTH IT!?
Entry 6: Day 14
They're everywhere.... staring at you.... right now... in the shadows... out your window.... they're there...
Entry 7: Day 27
I can't take it anymore! I'm leaving this damned mansion! All of my dreams are nightmares, each more horrifying than the last! I leave tomorrow, by then they shouldn't be watching... they should be... elsewhere...
Entry 8: Day ???
I can't leave... everytime I exit I end up right back on the welcome mat inside. My friend killed himself... but I don't know how he died. He didn't say anything about it... this means I'm alone now.
Entry 9: Day ???
I'm still stuck here, I don't know when I'll get out... I can't take it anymore! Oh, an you may have noticed the color change. My pen ran out of ink. But there seems to be a red ink dripping from my palm. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it- *the rest of the page is covered in... ink...*
Entry 10: Day ???
I found a note from the previous owner of the house! The person who originally built it, not my... friend... He says there's a silver key hidden behind a painting on the left wall. Strangely though, I found a red key...
Entry 11: Day ¿¿¿
*the page is faded...* *you flip to the last page...* *the author put his/her name in the back* *the author's name is the same as yours...*
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twenty one pilots is so dumb. there isn't even 21 of them
Ya'know, this Topic finally has pictures on it. I'm proud of that. But I've learned something in the past 21? [22] 22 pages. This Topic was never meant to have pictures of funny crap I found on the internet. This is a place about Percy's Stupid Crap. Stuff I come up with, stuff I think up... that's what this guide is really for. We have special topics for pictures of funny stuff. Those topics will go nameless for copyright reasons... but not link-less! Roll the links! But these specialtopics are different from this Topic. This place is about... uhh... well... nothing in particular, but stuff that's randomly written by me. So- -looks at script, the throws it on the ground- Forget it. Nope. Done. I'm done. To put it in English, this Topic shall not have funny pictures/videos as it's main thing. It's main thing shall remain what it has been the past 22 pages: Percy's Stupid, useless, humorous stuff.
twenty one pilots is so dumb. there isn't even 21 of them