Tell Me If I'm Wrong...It was three AM and, as usual, William couldn’t sleep. He blinked at the ceiling, trying to find patterns in the texture, and curled and uncurled his fingers in the comforter.Tell Me If I'm Wrong...
Methodically, he pushed the blanket off of his body, shivering at the blast of cold air that hit his bare chest, and pulled himself out of bed. William pulled a sweatshirt and jeans on, just like he did every night, and slipped out the door.
Gabe. Gabe was lying on the couch. William started as he saw him before remembering why he was in his living room. Gabe had called him the other day, describing how he was passing through Chicago and
I'm Hopelessly Hopeful....Brendon is trying to forget.I'm Hopelessly Hopeful....
Not everything, just the pain. The happiness, it would be nice if he could hold on to that. But it always seemed like happiness was easier to forget then pain.
He saw it coming, he was expecting it. But still, when it actually came it hit him harder than he could have imagined.
Brendon felt like he knew they were collapsing for a long time before it fully registered. It wasn’t until that night though, that phone call where Ryan’s voice sounded hollowly through the speaker, “Can we talk?”, that it really clicked. That was the night Brendon really let himsel
LighthouseHer lover was a sailorLighthouse
The wind whips my hair out behind me, clearing my nostrils of smoke and filling them instead with the salty taste of the ocean. I breathe in deeply, closing my eyes as I clear out my lungs. The wind chills me, cooling me down even though my back is scorching from the raging flames behind me. I open my eyes slowly, and watch the ocean turn below the dark sky, lightning flashing blindingly in the distance.
He squeezes my hand. I turn to look at him. “What do we do now?” my voice is barely a whisper.
She went and she waited there
We hadn’t had time. The fla
wut.
bleh
Distracted
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This world without you is "fantasy".
How much time will pass?
Because the stars are falling...
Click.
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I'm the Narrator, and This is Just the Prologue... ~
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"Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of
a) indifference and
b) disinterest in what the critics say...
Panic! at the Disco- London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines
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"Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of
a) indifference and
b) disinterest in what the critics say...
Panic! at the Disco- London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines
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"Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of
a) indifference and
b) disinterest in what the critics say...
Panic! at the Disco- London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines
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"Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of
a) indifference and
b) disinterest in what the critics say...
Panic! at the Disco- London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines
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