All those times today you’ve stared at me and thought I didn’t notice, I noticed.

And all those times I’ve stared at you and thought you didn’t notice, you probably noticed.

So whatever this is, I think it’d be better in the long run if we got it out of our systems, no?

My Hitcher costume is nearing completion! I’m so excited. Pictures soon.

Still needing:
Green skin paint
Red pants 

Okay, so SOMEONE posted the previews from the DVD for the Future Sailors tour of Journey of the Childmen. o: I cannot find it now, and I have a friend to whom I want to show it.

HALP, PLZ, BOOSHLRS. D:

We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town, but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste, where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion, you said, “Death is a midnight runner.”

The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn’t good for two. I rode alone.

You said, “The cinders are falling like snow.” There is poetry in despair and we sang with unrivaled beauty bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence, of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names into the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon, and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outwards, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation, scratched into the earth like a message.

Noel Fielding is better than Russell Brand. Just Sayin.

(Source: avengedf-ashion)

So, close your eyes
And think of someone
You physically admire
And let me kiss you

-Morrissey // Let Me Kiss You