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Pretty Odd- Panic! At The Disco

We could live in the exact same place, we could watch a hundred million things

neurone pathways will trace my memories of the features of her face in it i’ll place her voice to offer these words to her english boy “your misery is a choice”

How can I say goodbye when I know you’re dying?

dissolves in time

I feel at home here, I feel at home here.

New JANK is sick as hell check this shit out #weedistight

JANK - Awkward Pop Songs Second / Blue / #22/50

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Gosausee 2012

When i saw Oliver Houston somewhere in North Jersey, screw my bad memory. pic creds: @musicallynumb

Thanks, but no thanks! I’d rather go to the beach, or keep on with brushing my teeth, relentless rinse and retreat (ever fresh, never clean). That academic lie is leaving me behind for better sleep at night, crippling debt end jobs–for the “good life.”

Bark at the branch, and stick it to the man. Flavor for a friend, wherever ya been? Long overdo, and trying to the true. Say, whoever knew? The news is blue. Most days are mostly the same, and I can’t remember their names; I can’t remember anything. Can’t quit coughing, slow to soften, lights less often: stay when your wanted, or say what you wanted to know–say what you wanted, or stay when you’re wanted to go. If you’re a loser, I guess I’m losing it all (a lot like a loser that’s no good at losing at all).