#oldlondons

[plaguerocked-blog]

               “ we’ll leave while they beg for more ! ”     @oldlondons || call.

[stillworthy]

“i try to take it slow, concentrate and just focus on the flow.” ):

        “     easier said than done, though, right ?     ”       and in a second, he’s the kid who sat with scared sinners in the church yard, listening to their problems and giving them advice as if he’s qualified by virtue of his father.    he pulls at the hem of his shirt but keeps his eyes on todd, helpful words resting on the edge of his tongue, pulled from years of practice.     “     everyone says be present in the moment, but i think that’s not always the best thing to do.     it can be just as useful to be somewhere else until the moment passes.      ”

[songdreamt-a]

{ @oldlondons | sc }

“What the boss don’t know, the boss won’t mind.”

[wrsethngs-blog]

“everybody thinks i’ve got time.” @ colin booooo

uncomfortably numb.

         he hears that, too  --  you have an entire lifetime ahead of you, colin, his parents told him as he danced around the idea of raising a family and leaving this silly little band business behind.     they said the same thing when he decided to become a doctor.     he didn’t understand the hypocrisy until he heard of another doctor, only a few years older, dying, too.     the voice in his head reminds him that he isn’t all that much older than todd ; he ignores it.     “     just do the most you can with the time you do have.     thinking about how quickly everything passes should inspire you, not frighten you.     ”

[totallyboss-a]

          @oldlondons / call.

               “oh man... i should NOT have drank so much peach schnapps.”

[pastcastles-blog]

            @oldlondons !!

                         it is late, late, late. the last standing tavern’s swell of people has lowered to a lazy trickle of drunken patrons that are shooed out of the door by ginger queen, and rosie donaghue cleans with a vigor as she waves the entertainment of the night farewell. she bides her time, humming a familiar tune through pursed lips, a tune played to her by a love wielding a guitar in the battle of heart. the sound of the door opening allows girl to turn, smiling.

                         “you’re very late in, mr. gallagher. you expect me to serve you past closing hours?”

[spectershape-blog]

                    @oldlondons

                   FIRST A HEADACHE, RHYTHMIC THROBBING.     even in a dark room, the weight lays heavy on his shoulders,     and heat steals into his veins with every breath.    another opportunity wasted,    another life lost to sickness.    from what he can remember,    this is the only time he’s missed practice with a real reason.      he lays ‘pon the hard wooden floor, trying to find any sense of peace from the constant ache in every corner of his body.

[pastcastles-blog]

“there isn't a doubt we’d do better without me.”

    pretty illusions // accepting!

                         fingers card through his hair as she sits on the floor with him, eyes trace over the sheen of polish, hands are raw with bleach and soap, still damp from the pause in work. rosie breathes out quiet, and shakes her head, “there is no ‘we’ without you, tee. the band needs you more than ever now-… you can’t let… you can’t let john being gone make you push everyone away. ashton and colin- they need you.” a short intake of breath, rosie presses cheek into the material of her dress. “..i need you. we couldn’t do better without you.”