in one stroke

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Remake of this gifset because bless the new gif size limit.

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REAL BANDS LOCKSCREENS 

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concept playlists 2

you’re sat next to the girl you’ve been crushing on, she looks cute and you’ve been making out at this picnic all afternoon. you’re baking in the august heat haze and your lips are sticky from candy and fruit juice. You don’t know where your relationship is going but you know you’re having fun. you feel like you’re in a Hayley Kiyoko music video.


you and your best friend of many years are lying on the sofa eating snacks, legs tangled. you were gonna watch a movie but you got caught up in just talking about nothing and forgot to press play. you’re suddenly struck by how much you’ve been through together, how happy you both are now, and how much you love them. your heart feels very full. you laugh at their lame joke.


it’s 3am and you’re walking back from a party, still a little drunk but sobering fast. the streetlights and the familiar sounds of your hometown make you feel very melancholy. you find yourself sat on a bench, staring at the sky and filled with an indefinable ache in your soul. you think maybe you’re homesick for somewhere you haven’t been yet and missing people you don’t know.

  • Do you ever not want to share your music with anyone because it's like no... that's mine.
when you give your friends new bands and they actually listen to them and end up loving them

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          If two people are meant to be together, eventually they’ll find their way back.

                                               Do you really believe that? I do.

How Dan and Phil probably broke up #37
  • Phil: *gets Dan a whisk for Christmas*
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down time

The Race of Drag, Act 5, Scene 5: A Woman of Citrus Tone

Open the scene upon two maidens, both noble in heritage, one Coco of House Montrese and the other Alyssa of House Edwards. The wenches feud without end.

Alyssa: (with slight jest) Hark, lady Montrese! before another stroke one would apply to the face which so delicately crafted was, one may wish to include abundance of rose-tones into thy eye.

Coco: (spitefully) How laughable! Trifle thee not with the beat i make as we speak, instead if thou wouldst simply consider thyself’s beat, not once a variation crossed it has, not once a change has struck your features bare, on the runway show you only one look!

Alyssa becomes increasingly agitated

Alyssa: (with aggression) Wench! Behold how the citrus tones dominate your face, the orange climbing like ivy to cover your features, the colour standing garish in the sun’s light.

Both adopt a shakily joking tone, a deeply fragile atmosphere enthralls the room

Coco: Begin not this petty game, foul woman.

Alyssa: To be behind me are thy too familiar, to fall short and face defeat, this petty game thou shalt not here begin to change, mama.

The room grows loud with exclamations of shock and awe

Coco: (bitterly) Now, Alyssa too far pushed this hast! Know your limits, witch.

Alyssa: (in complete jest) Your emotions too deep affected you have, fool! Understand all i said was in jest.

Coco: (with anger) I jest not

Coco leaves Alyssa cleft in twain, killing her instantly, 

Exeunt