if you send ur name into my asks I'll give you a song from my playlist that I think fits it
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if you send ur name into my asks I'll give you a song from my playlist that I think fits it
hi there!! it's the 14th, so it's the big reveal... drum roll... yep, i'm your valentine anon! i tried making you a playlist, but everything with my computer kept going wrong and then i got really angry so: just know that i dedicate every twenty one pilots song ever to you, because you're so fantastic and amazing. i hope you have a really, really awesome valentine's day, cutie! <3
HELLO VALENTINE!!! it’s so great to finally meet you <333333
thank you for being the sweetest, most considerate valentine to ever exist! even though i was horrible at replying :xxxx
ALSO THAT’S THE BEST DEDICATION EVER AHHHH!!!!! i love you loads, have a wonderful day yourself <3333
when your knees punch the ground its an electric shock pain feels deafened, numbed by the first five fingers forced into a fighter's fist crackling knuckles, they tuck you into bed at night. is it night? it seems dark to you, a dreamer awake with something vacant in your eyes. and you know that when the storm tires, rain splattered on the hood, silence has never felt this good. then again, back to back, bone on bone, mental gears grinding, this screaming chorus of machinery, the oil on the ground is brighter than it's supposed to be. tell me if this is what hand raised is supposed to mean.
oil on your hands (for Adam)
lynches funeral
"Are you gonna let go?" Ronan asks. His head is still against Gansey's canary red polo. Gansey's smile is soft, "Maybe." He echoes. Then Gansey isn’t sure he heard it correctly because Ronan had made a sound that sounded like a- laugh? It was once and airy. Ronan then huffed and curled in closer, unbending his legs. "This is…", safe?, "ok." Gansey pressed his cheek to his friend's head and pressed his eyes shut, squeezing them and wishing, wishing he could take all his pain away. Ronan eventually fell asleep to Gansey's soft mint scented breaths and his hand mindlessly dragging his fingertips along Ronan's spine. Gansey stayed awake, watchful over him. "I'm so sorry, Ronan."
ahh, your art is always so lovely!!
aaa, thank you, angel!!!! (´◠ω◠`)
sings “i’m good” by the mowgli’s everyday for the rest of my life
smol alien princess livin life 2 the gayest
good lighting + silk wraps = good shit 👌