#mortalhost

𝐈.  (say amen) saturday night - panic! at the disco 

and if i try to change my life one more day, there would be nobody else to save. and i can’t change into a person I don’t wanna be, so oh, it’s saturday night, yeah. i pray for the wicked on the weekend. mama, can I get another amen ? oh, it’s saturday night, yeah. swear to god, I ain’t ever gonna repent

𝐈𝐈.   crawling in my skin - linkin park ( orchestra ver. )

there’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface. consuming, confusing. this lack of self control i fear is never ending, controlling. i can’t seem to find myself again, the walls are closing in

𝐈𝐈𝐈.  who did that to you ? - john legend

now, if he made you cry, oh i gotta know. if he’s not ready to die, he best prepare for it, my judgement’s divine, I’ll tell you who you can call, you can call. you better call the police, call the coroner, call up your priest, have him warn ya. walk in no peace when I find that fool, who did that to you

𝐈𝐕.  smoke stacks - layla

 high above the smokestacks, throwing my soul, throwing my soul. quiet in jet black, hoping I will carry you, above the smokestacks. throwing my soul, throwing my soul, taking our minds back. hoping I will carry you (carry you) carry you home

𝐕.  this is gospel - panic! at the disco

‘cause these words are knives that often leave scars: the fear of falling apart. and truth be told, i never was yours. the fear, the fear of falling apart

[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 𝟹:𝟷𝟻 𝙰𝙼 ] i’ve always wanted to get kicked in the face by a kangaroo

dion: “ nothing fucks me up ”

june:  💋💋💋

                  it  was  as  if  his  soul  had  been  severed  in  two,  and  he  could  feel  the  filmy  residue  of  where  the  other  half  had  been.  he  cuts  her  off  mid-sentence,  not  wanting  to  lose  the  morsel  of  sense  that  he’d  found.  ❛   my  name . . .  it  -  it’s  dion.  i  think. ❜  hearing  the  name  ring  in  his  ears  for  the  first  time  in  nearly  a  decade  was  a  warm  familiarity,  a  small  ray  of  hope -- but  it  wasn’t  quite  complete.  he  searched  further,  brows  twisted  in  a  deep  knot  as  a  cacophony  of  images  fled  past  him  too  quickly  to  catch.  until  finally,  another  morsel,  this  time  riddled  with  an  overwhelming  sense  of  panic.  he  mindlessly  scratched  at  his  chest,  where  faint  scars  still  remained  from  the  other  times  he  had  had  the  same  epiphany.  ❛   necklace.  i --i  need  my  necklace.  ❜ he  repeated  himself,  louder  and  more  irritable  each  time.   ❜