fucking ryan ross. god fucking damn. ryan fucking ross. what the fuck. ryan ross. god. ya cute ass little fuckin titty of a man. i fucking love him so much. god. fuck ryan ross.
"Feelings are just visitors, let them come and go."
When I first laid eyes on Dallon Weekes I was like “yes”
But then I saw this:
and was like “hell yes”.
“And I look up and see Brendon just off the stage. Hey. Okay. The thought, the one escaping me – There he is.
The end thought.
I forget to play.” (Throam Vol. 3, Ch. 9)
do you ever wanna listen to music but every song is just not the right song
Arctic Monkeys || Do I Wanna Know?
I dreamt about you nearly every night this week
How many secrets can you keep’
'Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow
And I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep
oh hi all my favorite people in one picture wow how nice
then what do you want us to say
Have you ever considered NOT assuming women need your commentary on their bodies, and NOT assuming their self-esteem is centered around your judgment of their fuckability factor?