The Many Faces of Ryan Ross, Day 22: “Panic! at the Fotostudio” (2006)
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The Many Faces of Ryan Ross, Day 22: “Panic! at the Fotostudio” (2006)
I mean, it’s not the first time Brendon Urie lost his bassist over a project/band with a guy named Ryan.
TOO SOON
the sun and moon are lovers and they just kissed
The dog seemed to know what Brendon Urie was saying.
That’s what she said
the fact that brendons out there again terrifies me. puts real genuine fear into my heart. when he was in kinky boots he was contained but now hes just roaming free, doing whatever he wants. this is terrible
the calendar // panic! at the disco
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New chapter of 300 Minutes is up!
awesome out of context p!atd lyrics
it’s a sweet butter knife
you can’t sleep in this box with me
we’re just a wet dream
trade mistakes for sheep
i’d rather be a cannibal
skin as cool as steve mcqueen
i’m a fly
i won’t cut my beard
this is screaming
it’s useless searching in the cupboards
followed her followed her followed her home
a streetcar named desire
my spider’s dead
“leave me alone”
the young veins - when you walk in the room
Dallon: You can doubt everything in existence except your own consciousness.
Brendon: *crying* I am on so many drugs...
me, as im drinking milk: i fucking hate milk