- What I say: You should listen to this band.
- What I really mean: Your taste in music sucks.
i hate when i’m fixing my eyebrows and there’s this one stray eyebrow hair and i’m like, “hey you, get outta there” and i try to get it, and the tweezers just don’t seem to grab it, even though i can clearly see it, and it should be easy, but it’s not.
it just makes me want to stab the tweezers into my face repeatedly and be like, “EYEBROWS ARE SO FUCKING ANNOYING ANYWAYS”.
How to make victims mad
Are We Human Or Are We Denser
wtf is up with brandon and those feathers?!
Hey guys! that my name is earl guy is playing the drums!!!111!!!
The Killers are my favorite band *only know Mr. Brightside*
I heard Brandon was a real asshole
Flowers? really? what a gay last name, is that for real?
Brandon and co.
The only proper song they have is Human
Only knows I’ve got a soul but I’m not a soldier.
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I get really intense about this song when I’m bored
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- Your favourite band: We're very pleased to announce new tour dates...
- You:
- Your favourite band: ...so far away from your home that you will never be able to see us
- You:
- Your favourite band:
- You:
- Your favourite band: check out our tour dates section!
Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it. But for some of us there’s only today. And the truth is, you never really know.
You build your world around someone, and then what happens when he disappears? Where do you go- into pieces, into atoms, into the arms of another man? You go shopping, you cook dinner, you work odd hours, you make love to someone else on June nights. But you’re not really there, you’re someplace else where there is blue sky and a road you don’t recognize. If you squint your eyes, you think you see him, in the shadows, beyond the trees. You always imagine that you see him, but he’s never there. It’s only his spirit, that’s what’s there beneath the bed when you kiss your husband, there when you send your daughter off to school. It’s in your coffee cup, your bathwater, your tears. Unfinished business always comes back to haunt you, and a man who swears he’ll love you forever isn’t finished with you until he’s done.
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I can never just like things. I always become obsessed.
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This. So much.
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Can I try you on for a day? See how well the spaces of you fill in the spaces of me, see how your skin feels against my skin, or what it feels like when our noses collide in an awkward manner? Can I try you on for a day? Feel the warmth of what it’s like on a winter day with your arms around my arms or the cool sweat underneath your chin with my head tucked underneath it during a summer heat wave? Can I try you on for a day and wear your legs wrapped around my legs like it’s the only blanket I’ll ever need? Uncover all the stories in your laugh lines, connect all the constellations you hold inside your palms? Can I try you on to keep? Fix the loose pieces of you when you get tattered and torn from much too much constant wear, from being my favorite, for being such an irreplaceable thing? Because nothing has fit like the way that you have, like the way I know you always will fit, just right, somehow, on me.
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