i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

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midnights is dark 1989. 1989 was the party, midnights is the aftermath. everyone has gone home. there’s glitter on the floor. it’s sultry, it’s sad, it’s sweet, it’s maddening. it’s folklore’s heart wrenching honesty, but 1989’s synth and image. we’re not in the london countryside anymore, we’re back on the streets of new york city

I love not being part of the supernatural fandom. All of the fun with none of the emotional damage

if you hate winter you havent found the right winter coat yet. a good winter coat will change everything

anyone who disagrees has the wrong coat, it’s very sad. but personally i have a nice coat and a little hat and nothing bothers me

Panic at the Disco is so funny to me… like you hear stories about people leaving a band to pursue a solo career all the time, but this is one of the only cases where all the band members left until the band was just one guy

Anyway I think all the other members should get together and start a new band named Brendon Urie