all your songs are belong to fandom

My Chemical Romance

It’s the tearing sound of love notes drowning out these gray stained windows and the view outside is sterile and I’m only two cubes down. I’d photocopy all the things that we could be if you took the time to notice me but you can’t now. I don’t blame you and it’s not your fault that no one ever does.

But you don’t work here anymore. It’s just a vacant three by four and they might fill your place. A temporary stand in for your face. This happens all the time and I can’t help but think I’ll die alone.

So I’ll spend my time with strangers. A condition and it’s terminal in this water cooler romance and it’s coming to a close. We could be in the park and dancing by a tree, kicking over blades we see or a dark beach with a black view and pin-pricks in the velvet catch our fall.

I know you don’t work here anymore. Sometimes I think I’ll die alone, live and breathe and die alone. I think I’d love to die alone. Just take me down.

My Moon

There are a lot of negative vibes and depressing things going on in some of my friends’ life recently, and in the fandom, too. So I decided to write something sweet for all of you, especially for @prinxietys@prinxietyhell, @analogicality-sanders and @iloveshippingkitty. I hope this fanfic will light up at least a little bit of your day! 

Strongly suggest listening to “Youth” by Troy Sivan while reading this. 

All of the lyrics from the song “Youth” belongs to Troy Sivan.

Pairing: Analogical

Warnings: None. All cute and fluff. 

Keep reading

Fall Out Boy

i’ve already given up on myself twice. third time is the charm, third time is the charm, threw caution to the wind but i’ve got a lousy arm. i trace your shadows on the wall; now i kiss them whenever i’m down. whenever i’m down, figured on not figuring myself out. things aren’t the same anymore. some nights it gets so bad i almost pick up the phone.

The Missing Frame

one at a time, i watched them all forget. one at a time, i’m lost in little doubts. it’s the place that i, i forget my life like tonight. i’ll let you tear it up if you don’t wake me up but if you tear it we can’t repair it so please don’t wake me till someone cares (now no one cares)

will the flood behind me put out the fire inside me?

Ode To Sleep
Twenty One Pilots

i’ll stay awake, ‘cause the dark’s not taking prisoners tonight. why am i not scared in the morning? i don’t hear those voices calling. i must have kicked them out. i swear i heard demons yelling, those crazy words they were spelling - they told me i was gone. but i’ll tell 'em, why won’t you let me go? do i threaten all your plans? i’m insignificant. please tell them you have no plans for me. i will set my soul on fire. what have i become. i’m sorry.

Just One Yesterday (feat. Foxes)
Fall Out Boy

Fall Out Boy ft. Foxes | Just One Yesterday

Anything you say can and will be held against you
So only say my name, it will be held against you.

(I know I’m bad news. I saved it all for you.)

If I spilled my guts,
The world would never look at you the same way.
And now I’m here to give you all my love
So I can watch your face as I take it all away, away, away.

Twenty One Pilots

twenty one pilots | migraine

Behind my eyelids are islands of violence
My mind shipwrecked, this is the only land my mind could find
I did not know it was such a violent island
Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions
They’re trying to eat me blood running down their chin
And they know that I can fight or I can let the lion win
I begin to assemble what weapons I can find
Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind

The Carpal Tunnel of Love
Fall Out Boy

We keep the beat with your blistered feet and we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing. Slept through the weekend and dreaming of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity. Got postcards from my former selves, saying “How you been?” We might have said goodbyes just a little soon. (Stomp out this disaster town.) Robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon. We’re so miserable and stunning. Love songs for the genuinely cunning.