i am a snail, and you a pace i cannot match

hi, my name is parker.
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jesus

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puffthemagik-swaggon:

Compilation of Tom Delonge singing the word “time”

OH MY GOD

god

yo mark check this out

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~ Saturday, May 26 ~
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RIP Awake (2012-2012)

RIP Awake (2012-2012)

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what an absolute waste of a day


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the greatest

the greatest

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Yes.

yo friends

can we start this

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your eyes seem to observe my room so neatly
behind the frames that used to greet me
in the bar around the block

tonight they tell me that you never sleep too soundly
that you might have even missed me
more times than you could count

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borisukawaii:

“You know, I think Pretty. Odd. was better than A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out.”

Suddenly, the sky turns black. A bald eagle descends from a dark cloud overhead.

I cry out as the eagle is upon me, pecking out both of my eyes.

The eagle opens its mouth and lets out a bloodcurdling shriek, loosing a swarm of wasps from its beak.

I begin to sob uncontrollably as the wasps sting every inch of my body.

The wasps disperse, as I lie limp and immobile.

The eagle begins to morph and split until eventually I can see its true form: the collective Panic! at the Disco fandom.

From the center of the group, I see Brendon Urie step forward, dressed in a highly impractical marching band uniform. He looks down into my eyes with contempt and self-satisfaction. Then he turns and addresses his crowd of minions.

“The sacrifice has been made. You may yet live to see another year.”

He chortles, kneels down next to me and puts his face uncomfortably close to mine.

And then…

…and then the darkness takes me.


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