I miss old Fall Out Boy song titles

So I made my own

Irresistible: I Failed My Geography Exam But My Professor Gave Me Extra Credit (The Credit Is Sex)

American Beauty / American Psycho: A Spoonful of Medicine Helps The World Go Down

Centuries: We’ll Grow Old Together in The Light Of Birth

The Kids Aren’t Alright: Jumping Out Of Airplanes With Ripped Parachutes

Uma Thurman: The One About That Movie You Saw Once And Got Really Confused

Jet Pack Blues: It’s Not A Fashion Statement Mom. This is Who I Am.

Novocaine: I Pledge My Allegiance To The State Of Hypocrisy 

Fourth Of July: Sometimes I Feel Like A Plastic Bag, Drifting Through you.

Favorite Record: Raise Your Hand If You’ve Ever Been Personally Victimized By Pete Wentz

Immortals: Mr. Sandman Showed Me His Beam And Now I Can’t Sleep

Twin Skeletons (Hotel In NYC): One Time I Was Launched Out Of A Hotel Window (Why Was Travie At My Funeral?)


Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?


The Magnar would be coming up that road before the day was done, his Thenns marching behind him with axes and spears in their hands and their bronze-and-leather shields on their backs. Grigg the Goat, Quort, Big Boil, and the rest will be coming as well. And Ygritte. The wildlings had never been his friends, he had not allowed them to be his friends, but her… He could feel the throb of pain where her arrow had gone through the meat and muscle of his thigh. He remembered the old man’s eyes too, and the black blood rushing from his throat as the storm cracked overhead. But he remembered the grotto best of all, the look of her naked in the torchlight, the taste of her mouth when it opened under his. Ygritte, stay away. Go south and raid, go hide in one of those roundtowers you liked so well. You’ll find nothing here but death…”