whisper, babe

whisper babe..i'm as good as it gets in this town.whisper babe..i'm a fever you can't sweat out. these are my deepest thoughts and secrets under a microscope or under a spotlight.forgive me if i'm not quite ready to give them to you.it's just such a different feeling..when i see you smiling and singing back to me,i'm still playing different pictures in my head that aren't so pleasant.i'm doing my best...

[painstation-deactivated20181026]

[9km]

insta : kiwigf

[1st-1]

[plasticblisss]

Joy Division, Unknown Pleasures

[youngveins]

always had that heart of mine 

[starcrossedryanross]

hi guys psa if yall wanna submit band art/aesthetics to @ryanrossmp3 that would be so fucken cool i love seeing the things u guys make

[panicattheforeheadsblog]

[brendonuriesource]

Awesome pics by briar_burns.

[inkyaes]

Panic! At The Disco - Bohemian Rhapsody

[hayleykiyokoblog]

And when you think of my body on yours, don’t forget, once I would have died for you, baby…

[dreamy-film]

[glitterbrxtz]

Do it all the time- idkhow

[trueka]

— aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe (2012) ✷

[afycso]

That life can change, that you’re not stuck in vain

Brendon Urie // Tonight, Tonight by The Smashing Pumpkins [3/4]

[afieldinengland]

if we saw god, the world would end comprehension, then, is supplied by us, our human words, our human hands each facet of them represented through different gods, different theories, different slices and shards of the mirror of truth. one god gives a harvest, another starves you. a man sees a bush ablaze, another sees the world flood and drown. elements mixed by divine hands. a sacrificial lamb dies bleating weakly. thousands of years later another one cries for his father’s forgiveness. in newer times nine hundred of a congregation die in the jungle heat, for a self made, self claimed god. the mirrors we make are sharded shattered forms of the truth. each religion is held, cherished, whether they lead to bodies on a battlefield, church floor or pavilion or whether we humble beings unite under these many wings. but somewhere in a senseless, sightless void the being who made us sleeps, dormant knowing that if eyes were laid upon it they’d blaze before scripture reached their tongues.

[lezcouples]

[cinematicwasteland]