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we're not kids anymore.
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Three Goblin Art
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@theaminess
when they say, you can find a whole new and amazingly aesthetic world on tumblr, but all you see is porn profiles following you
Mantra is here
Well, about the new @bmthofficial song, Mantra - I kinda feel like, it's about their new change. The first clip we see about Oli - he has long, brown hair, just as he used to do. But he looks terrible, while he sings "I need a purpose, I can't keep surfing". The next clip we see about him is directly changed - short, blonde hair, good-looking, fresh.
How does the lyrics relate to it after this? He sings about an “old Mantra” which could be a reference to the band’s earlier style. They even set up the video clip to represent the BMTH religion and Oli also dies in the video.
In my opinion, they probably did these to tell the fans, they gonna change and hope, fans would understand the situation. A bit change never hurts, just as a haircut. They need to find their purpose and they owe my support.
*Brendon Urie singing on the stage at VMA’s*
My mum: Is that One Directon?
You started a war, but you’re alone in it
The difference between humans and robots is robots have the opportunity to meet their creators.
a little mess @mania-is-here
A Szeretlek csak egy frázis volt a szádból.
“Love you” was just a phrase from your lips.
Hűvös harmatcseppekkel átitatott, időtlen hajnal. Mint elkent rúzsfolt, az ég akár lopott csókjaid vászna lehetne. Tán átfestetted volna szemed színére, hogy úgy érezzem, Te pillantasz vissza rám az üvegről? Meglehet, csak hiányod emészt fel, hisz ez az egyetlen, mit még adni tudnál nekem.
Vagy mit adni tudnék magamnak.
Túl hevesen használtuk a színeket, míg végül kifogytunk belőlük.
Az ecset megfáradtan dőlt neki a palettának, szemlélve a befejezett mesterművet.
Végtére is ennyi maradt - pár új vonás és egy kis festékmaradvány a szívben.
A reggel négy órai én sokkal kipihentebb, mint a kilenc órai.
Mégis mindig visszaalszom.
This post doesn’t make any sense.