pretty much what i did last night

Dialogue Prompts

Originally posted by pray-for-the-sun

Dialogue Prompts

1.   “I’m sorry. It’s just everytime you open your mouth, you seem to get even more annoying. Does it take effort to do that?”

2.   “Where did you learn to fight like that?” “Have you ever been to a concert before?”

3.   “Remember that time when I asked for your option?” “No” “ Yeah neither do I”

4.   “Wereyou born this stupid, or were you just dropped on your head one to many times as a child?”

5.   “Please tell me he isn’t doing his victory dance behind me”

6.   “We’re Americans, we have a tendency of going overboard and starting a revolution”

7.   “Can’t we just hug this out?”

8.   “Do you love me?” “Depends on how much food you brought me”

9.   “If your laptop and I were trapped in a housefire and you only had enough time to save one, who would you save?……..Are you seriously having to think about this!?”

10.   “No one likes your jokes” “What are you talking about, the old lady at the store said I was funny!”

11.   “It’s a good plan!…..Okay it’s half of an okay plan…..So it’s actually like a hopeful idea”

12.   “Shouldn’t you be at work?” “Shouldn’t you be out telling little kids that Santa Clause isn’t real”

13.   “Why can’t the world just chill for one second”

14.   “Let’s say, hypthetically of course, that I needed help hiding a body-” “Hold up let me get a shovel”

15.   “Is he always this rude?” “Only when he watches Gossip Girls”

16.   “How can you look so attrative while crying?”

17.   “Wow we are screwed” “Really, what could possibly make you say that?”

18.   “Please don’t leave me. I love you”

19.   “I trusted you”

20.   “You’re just going to turn your back on everyone, again” “It was a defensive habit, I didn’t mean to.”

21.   “I almost died!” “Death by a hamster, I would pay to see that”

22.   “Newt Scamander, wouldn’t treat me like this!” “Well Newt is a fictional character” “How dare you!”

23.   “Did you even sleep last night?” “I’ll sleep when I’m dead”

24.   “Pretty sure none of this was suppose to happen”

25.   “Don’t you dare die on me….We’re suppose to grow old together”

26.   “You are my sunshine….my only sunshine…I never told you….How much I love you.”

27.   “I’m not strong or brave, but I will fight for you”

28.   “This can’t be real”

29.   “How did you two become friends?” “I punched him in the face and he gave me a highfive” 

30.   “This is not what I envisioned when you said: wanna play a game.”


                   I’ll be here waiting for requests

Originally posted by drunkbroadway

(please send your requests through the inbox)

Do you ever have a favorite kind of cereal? And it’s like the best cereal, and it’s pretty much the only thing you’ll eat for breakfast?


But then one day you run out of that cereal, and you can’t find it in any store anywhere?


So you end up eating something else for breakfast, which you tried once a while ago, and it wasn’t too bad, so you guess you can eat it until you’re able to find your favorite cereal.


But then one day you’re in the store and you think you’ve found your cereal, and you’re so excited that you just hurry grab it, and go home.


But then when you get home, you realize that you got the off brand/different flavor of your cereal.

and you want your cereal not this fake cereal, so you don’t eat it-

and you go back to what you were eating instead of your normal cereal.


But then you run out of that replacement food, and you still really need to eat something before you go take on the day, so you finally eat the fake cereal you accidentally bought.

and it’s not terrible, but you still would rather have your original cereal back…..


just, Has that ever happened to you? It’s happened to Black

We Are Young: Chapter 5

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Where’s my bra?

That was the only thought running through Aelin’s head as she stood there, in the middle of Rowan’s bedroom. With Rowan sitting in his bed, shirtless.

Obviously there were more important matters at hand.

An eerie silence draped over the room. Neither one of them spoke, neither one of them even knew what to say. And, if she was being honest, Aelin was half afraid that if she opened her mouth, she may actually be sick.

She tried to work around the fog that laced her memoires. She tried to think of what the hell happened last night. More importantly, how she came to be standing before Rowan in just her underwear. But she was coming up empty. Everything was a big drunken blur. The last thing she remembered was her and Fenrys kicking Dorian and Manon’s asses at beer pong - and even that was fuzzy.

Where’s my bra? And pants.

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10 Things I Hate About You

Summary: Your brother is getting Married and your brothers best man has made you want to pull your hair out.

Pairing: Park Jimin / Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 5.2k

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yui-chan12  asked:

Hi, I'm just dropping by to tell you, that I absolutelly adore the way you draw Shouto <3 also there was an ask, where you said, that you liked the small things about Shouto, and I couldn't agree more with you!!! I just love that boy so much, how he tries his best to become better and I could really go on for a while, but that wasn't the point of this message. I hope to see more from you, bc you're awesome!

Little things about Shouto are what makes him an even better character so of course this need to be drawn~ Thanks!
Sometimes I just like how BNHA Smash! goes off with him though, like this redraw I just did to reply to you :

That’s pretty much me these past few weeks, only sleeping 3-4h a day (if i get to sleep).

Save him.

You haven’t seen the last of me, I’ll keep trying my best!

PS: I enjoy your tags, thank you and have a nice day/night!

Text Prompts;
  • [text]: call or text me back please. i’m getting worried.
  • [text]: come round to mine and make me ;)
  • [text]: how drunk was i last night?
  • [text]: you were so wasted last night!
  • [text]: why do i have a stop sign in my living room?
  • [text]: i’m craving pizza… 
  • [text]: wanna grab lunch and a movie?
  • [text]: i can’t tonight, tomorrow?
  • [text]: that cutie is here again. should i talk to them? i won’t know if they like me unless i talk to them… 
  • [text]: i can literally feel my hair turning grey by the second… save me! PLEASE!
  • [text]: GUESS WHO HAS A DATE?!
  • [text]: batman or superman? you know, for science…
  • [text]: team cap or team iron man? our friendship rests on this…
  • [text]: any new book recommendations? 
  • [text]: me. you. a bottle of vodka. my place. now.
  • [text]: i really need a friend right now
  • [text]: i can’t believe what i just overheard in the bathroom…
  • [text]: for the last time, stop fucking texting me
  • [text]: i’m sorry, who is this?
  • [text]: fuck off!!
  • [text]: wanna be my plus one to my exes wedding? and pretend to be in love with me?
  • [text]: i just wanted to say, i love you and i forgive you
  • [text]: we need to talk.
  • [text]: what time you getting home?
  • [text]: word on the street is you got laid last night. i need all the deets!
  • [text]: pretty please? with sugar on top!
  • [text]: you love me really!
  • [text]: i have never in my life been this angry. i can’t believe this has happened!
  • [text]: sorry to miss your call, what’s up?
  • [text]: i got fired! I GOT FUCKING FIRED! :( 
  • [text]: my boss is giving me the eye…
  • [text]: pants are optional.
  • [text]: did you get the thing????
  • [text]: ??????
  • [text]: eww… the grossest thing ever just happened… 
  • [text]: shit shit shit
  • [text]: asshole, much?
  • [text]: don’t need to be a dick about it
  • [text]: wait, what?
  • [text]: how did you get this number?
The Recruit (Chapter 6) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 21″

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Rob Russells, & Reader

Warnings: Discussion of sexual assault, probably some cursing.

Author’s Note: If I screw this up in any way, or if you feel that I can better represent what happened to the reader in the last chapter, please reach out to me and let me know. I do not pretend to fully grasp what something like that must be like to go through, this is just my interpretation of what the reader and Mitch may experience.

Additional Note: I was not going to post anything today but people have been sending me DM’s like mad at me for not posting Recruit on the first day of Mitch Week. SO, in honor of Mitch week, you get three this week. This chapter, Chapter 7, and a Mitch Week special that I did this afternoon. Enjoy, you insatiable animals. (and ily all)

Summary: Mitch spends the entire day after the attack searching for Y/n. When she finally shows up in his room that night, he is surprised by her actions.

Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven

Originally posted by tess453

He pulled the wooden chair up next to his bed and leaned forward in it, his hands folded in front of him, elbows resting against his thighs, and he looked up at you. Your eye had turned black and your right pinky was swollen as if it were broken. It was 0515 hours and Mitch was waiting for you to talk. You sucked on the inside of your lower lip. It had been split against your teeth when Dan had hit you across the face the night before. The bruises on your body were starting to turn purple as time brought them to the surface.

“Are you going to tell Stan?” Mitch asked, glancing up at you.

“No.”

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Hangover

Christian woke up to the loud ringing of his alarm. He blindly reached for his nightstand but there was nothing there. He didn’t want to get up yet so he let the noise continue knowing it would eventually shut off on its own.

The sound only got louder making you groan. “Make it stop,” your voice came out groggy and tired.

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“You’re Spider-Man.” (Peter x Reader)

Summary- You, Ned, and MJ tell Peter you know he’s Spider-Man, in his efforts to prove otherwise, Spider-Man visits you to tell you he isn’t Peter. You decide to have fun with this, and make Peter a little jealous of your feelings for Spider-Man.

A/N- I finally have my laptop working again so can actually write! This is a super light-hearted thing, I enjoyed writing it. Hope you like it! (Send me a request! Ask box is always open!)

Word count- 1680


You watch as Peter looks as if he’s really struggling to figure out how to get out of this study group with you, Ned and MJ. “Uh,” he starts, and you all turn to him, your eye brows risen, questioning him, “I got to go,” you all give a small nod and turn back to your work. He pushes his stuff from the table and into his bag in one smooth motion, he’s got good at that the past few months, practice does make perfect, he does this pretty much every day. “The internship, Mr Stark needs me.”

You nod, continuing with your chemistry questions, “Yep, okay Peter.”

“I’m sorry guys, the internship is just really important you know?” He pulls his bag to his shoulder as he stands up.

“You’re Spider-Man,” you say without looking up at him, you can hear Ned and MJ laugh slightly next to you and you smile. No time quite like the present to let him know you all know his secret. He stumbles back into his seat.

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New Beginnings

On your first day of college, you’re introduced to Kim Jonghyun, a kind third-year student. As your time in university progresses, you experience many of your college “firsts” with him, leading you to fall for the junior. 

  • ft. yuehua sprouts as your best friends (pls ignore their ages omg)
  • also if i ever do the frat au series, it will be in the same universe as this fic
  • 4.5 k words
  • warnings for alcohol, drugs, attempted use of date-rape drugs

You sighed, staring at the pamphlet in your slightly shaking hand before glancing around quickly. It was the first day of college, and you were supposed to be meeting your mentor/guide for the first time; he was thirty minutes late.

“Um, excuse me?” A kind voice asked you from behind the student services desk. A tall guy stood there, dressed in a black t-shirt and ripped black jeans. His black ensemble was complimented with, you guessed it, black hair. “Did you need something?”

“Uh, yeah,” you nodded, scrambling to show him the paper with your mentor assignment, “I was supposed to meet my mentor here, like, half an hour ago, but he isn’t here.”

The guy glanced at the paper with a frown. When he saw who your mentor was, he sighed and shook his head, tsk-ing under his breath.

“I can try giving him a call if you’d like?” The guy offered, “I’m pretty close with him. What time’s your first class?”

You checked your timetable first and then your watch, wincing. “Fifteen minutes?”

The guy shook his head again, pulling his phone out and punching something into it, lifting it to his ear.  The phone rang a few times before someone picked up. “Minki, where are you?…No, it’s your first day of mentoring! The poor girl’s been waiting for half an hour, where the hell are you?…. You’re what? How much did you drink last night?….. Minki, really?” He waited for the person to hang up before turning to you with an amused grin.

“Looks like I’ll be taking you to your first class,” he said, walking around the desk that he’d been working at. “Hyung, cover for me!” He yelled to the back, taking your timetable gently. “I’m Kim Jonghyun, a third year student here.”

“(Y/n),” you introduced yourself, “I’m not trying to be rude or anything, but why isn’t my mentor here?”

Jonghyun gave you a crooked smile, “he’s uh, he’s still drunk from the night before. To be honest, I’m surprised he’s even in this mentor program to begin with.”

“Oh,” you’d obviously heard stories about the amount of drinking that happened in college, but to still be drunk the next morning? That was a lot of alcohol.

“Anyways, your first class is in the West Building,” Jonghyun said, heading out of the student services office. You hurried to follow, feeling a bit nervous about your first day at college. “So, are you staying on campus or are you a commuter student?”

“Oh, I’m on campus,” you replied, “I’ve been here for about two weeks getting settled in.”

“How do you like it so far?” Jonghyun asked casually, turning the corner. Someone riding a skateboard at a very high speed was barreling down the sidewalk, so he guided you to the side.

“It’s nice,” you nodded, trying to memorize the way that Jonghyun was taking you, “I like the atmosphere, but the food in the cafeteria sucks.”

“And your roommates?” You appreciated Jonghyun carrying on the conversation—it helped distract you from the fact that this was your first college class.

You shrugged at that question, “they’re nice, but they knew each other from high school, so I’m a bit left out.”

“Ah,” Jonghyun nodded, “Yeah, my first year, I was roommates with Minki and this other super weird guy, Taemin. Taemin, I dunno what the hell happened to him, he’s probably dealing weed to freshmen or something, but Minki and I ended up renting an apartment off-campus with three other guys.”

“That’s cool,” you remarked, impressed. Maybe what people said was true—maybe you did make your closest friends in college.

“Well, here you are,” Jonghyun gestured up at the huge brick building, ivy creeping up its sides, “the lecture hall will be impossible to miss, when you enter, the door is right across the way.”

“Thank you,” you said quickly, accepting your timetable from him, “I know you didn’t have to take me to class, but I appreciate it.”

“It’s no trouble,” Jonghyun smiled at you easily, “and if Minki ever doesn’t show up or anything, you can just ask me for help. Here—“ he produced a pen from his pocket and scrawled his number on the back of your timetable. “Good luck on your first day of classes, (y/n)!”

“Thank you!” You said again, heading inside the lecture hall.

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Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 4

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 4

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: Negan discovers something about you which pushes him to ask you again to become his wife.

Warnings: SFW, swearing, Negan’s filthy mouth

Original Idea by: @babyblues915

Note: Surprise, surprise. No smut lol. Thought I needed to work a story into this since I decided to make it into a fic series. But just you wait guys, you’re all in for lotsa smut in the next part. *wink wink*

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It was a peaceful morning when you woke up the next day, despite your father being out on a hunt with the rest. The Saviors didn’t seem to have any plans of leaving until Rick comes back with the shit Negan asked him to get. To be honest, you wanted them to go already. You wanted Negan to leave. When you got up from bed, you expected to see Negan’s men wandering around the community. However, when you looked out from your bedroom window, everything was peachy and not a Savior was in sight. You smirked, remembering that it was probably because you didn’t break your promise to reward Negan if he’d remind his Saviors to be at their best behavior.

When you went downstairs, Carl and Judith were already having breakfast in the dining area. You noticed the way Carl stared at you, ogling your every move as you went into the kitchen to prepare yourself some cereal.

“What’s your deal?” you asked annoyed, seeing that Carl was pretty much scrutinizing you.

“What’s your deal?” he repeated. “With Negan.” He emphasized.

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Title: Family Pt. 2

Warnings: None

Author’s Note:  Had a few requests for a part 2 of the Seguin imagine. One of them had a super adorable suggestion, which led to this. I really like the arch of the story, so if anyone has ideas for a possible part 3, lemme know! :)

Links: Master ListCurrent RequestsImagine Schedule

All Parts: (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

You had arrived at Tyler’s about thirty minutes ago; standing at his kitchen counter, you were putting bread into the toaster when Tyler snuck up behind you, encircling your waist in his strong arms. “Morning, baby.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “Did you go have a crazy night out after you left here last night?” he grinned into the crook of your neck.

“Yeah, Netflix and wine, I got totally crazy.” you smiled, turning in his arms to face him, lacing your arms around his neck.

“I don’t know how much longer I can be with someone who parties so hard.” he joked, pecking your lips. “I have to be responsible, for Charlie sake. You sound like a bad influence.”

“From what I’ve heard, you were pretty wild back in the day Seguin. You better leave me and my Netflix binging alone.”  you replied with a grin, Tyler’s chocolate eyes twinkling.

You both turned when you heard Charlie trudge into the kitchen, dragging his book bag behind him. He let go of the strap, crawling up into his chair at the breakfast table. Tyler pressed a kiss to your cheek before letting you go, heading to his bedroom to grab his bag.

“Mornin’.” Charlie mumbled, rubbing his eyes, his brown hair sticking up in all directions.

“Morning, Charlie.” you smiled, grabbing a slice of toast, setting it on a plate with some bacon. “Do you want an orange or a banana with your breakfast?” you asked, walking over to the table and setting the plate down in front of him.

“Orange.” he said with a yawn.

“Charlie.” Tyler corrected him as he walked back into the room, his bag slung over his shoulder.

“Please?” he added looking at you apologetically.

“Of course, bud.” you said, grabbing an orange off the counter to peel for him.

“I have practice this morning and a meeting with sponsors later this afternoon.” Tyler told you, as he slipped his shoes on. “I really appreciate you running him to and from school today. Love you.” he said, giving you a kiss goodbye.

“No problem.” you smiled. “Love you, too.”

He walked over to Charlie, running his hand over Charlie’s unruly hair, trying to tame it. “Bye little man. Be good for (Y/N). I love you.” Tyler told Charlie, bending down to give Charlie a kiss.

“Love you, daddy.”

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“So ya really don’t remember a single detail as t’ what happened last night?” Niall questioned, his eyebrow popping up as he stared at Harry in disbelief. 

“I- Am I supposed to remember last night? Pretty sure I jus’ drank too much and that’s tha’.” Harry snorted, pinching the bridge of his nose as he felt another wave of a migraine. 

The entire gang had gone out to celebrate Harry’s solo tour announcement, Niall’s Slow Hands debut, and Liam’s Rollercoaster magazine cover… Long story short: Everyone got hammered. Except for you, of course. You were the designated driver when it came to things like this, and you really didn’t mind! One or two margaritas was good enough and the boys always paid for your tab - What you did in return was to drive them home safely, and make some hangover treats for them in the morning. 

“Why? Wha’ happened last night?” Harry asked suspiciously, sitting up straighter when the boys looked at each other with knowing glances. “Wha-” 

“Alright, I have Advil and I have warm water. I also ordered some breakfast from that cute place down the block even though it’s already lunch time. We could have gone out for breakfast if you guys had woken up.” Everyone looked towards your direction as you popped into the living room from the kitchen, clutching a thermos of water in one hand and a bottle of painkillers in the other. Without you, the boys would probably be dead after a night of hardcore partying. 

“I feel like my head is going to explode.” Liam muttered, pressing his fingertips against his forehead before letting out a grumble. 

“That’s what happens when you take every free shot that was sent to you.” 

“They were free, Y/N. Free!” 

“You have enough money to buy out ten clubs, Liam!” 

“Will someone jus’ tell me wha’ happened last night? Because I really don’ remember and it’s starting to bug me.” Harry cut in, a soft smile replacing his frown when you walked over and plopped down next to him. 

“You were all over Y/N.” 

“Oh! Nothing new, then. Why should that surprise me?” 

“Ah, you didn’t let me finish. You were all over Y/N and now it’s all over t’e Internet.” Niall smirked, handing his phone over to Harry to show him the multiple pictures of you and Harry with extreme levels of PDA. 

“Oh, god…” Harry snorted, nose crinkling as he flicked through the photos. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. You and Harry had gotten told off multiple times by management to lay low when in public. Hand holding and occasional kisses were acceptable, but anything that involved Harry’s hands below your waist was forbidden

“I’m sure they’re not that bad.” You glanced over at the screen, cheeks immediately brightening at a particularly saucy picture of you and Harry with your hands all over each other, his face tucked into the crook of your neck while he gripped your hips. The next one wasn’t any better with your hands sliding underneath Harry’s shirt while he planted kisses on your neck. Whoops. You couldn’t help but wonder how the paps managed to get such high-quality pictures even from the middle of a dimly-lit club.

“Y/N, you’re supposed to be the sober one! What’s happening here?” 

“Blame it on the margaritas!” 

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gifs aren’t mine!

Prettier

Hiiiiiiiii! This is kind of a sequel to Pretty, that I did before! Hope you enjoy xoxo

Originally posted by solo-harry

You hadn’t talked about what happened that night.

That night when your best friend had his mouth in places best friend’s should not put their mouths. That night he had his hands on places that he shouldn’t have his hands. That night he told you that you were pretty.

“Looooooooooo? Love?” you hear, bringing you out of your daydream. “Are yeh listening t’me?”

“Yes.” you reply, though both him and you knew that you were lying. You couldn’t concentrate when Harry talked to you anymore. It was because of his lips. His lips. So soft, so pink, so inviting. And it was because of his eyes. His eyes. So light green that they almost looked translucent at times. And it was because of his hands. And his neck. And……

“Why’re yeh staring at me?” Harry asks, while trying to move into your line of sight. “Wha’ are yeh thinkin’ bout?”

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Pilot episode (Spn)+mute reader

Dean was walking back to his car burdened with supplies. He puts the groceries in the trunk of the impala and pauses- he just heard something that sounded like a baby. Concerned as well as cautious the eldest Winchester follows the noise. In the tall grass Dean finds a baby that is less then a year old. The 19 year old Winchester spends over an hour trying to find the child’s parents with no prevail.

He checks if the young child is human and is slightly relieved that they are. “I don’t know what to do other then take you with me to the motel.” Dean says. John Winchester is very hesitant to allow an infant in the family. “Dad please… I looked for her parents for over an hour with no luck- she needs someone to look after her. Would it make you feel better if I told you that she’s human?” John reluctantly gives in.

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amoralamusement  asked:

Hello, I always enjoy the work on this Tumblr. It's informative, interesting, and satisfying. Anyway, being an Ne dom like yourself, do you have any tips to not be overwhelmed by Ne a.k.a. How to Train Your Ne? I admit there are times when the ideas are buzzing and I yearn for stimulation then I become drained to the point of being physically tired.

Good timing, since I was just reading about Si-grips last night and realizing I basically live in one six months out of the year. :P

I’m not sure exactly what you mean, so I’ll cover all the bases I can think of.

There’s pretty much four stages in my life:

Ne-dom Extraordinaire: this is when you are the unbeatable monarch in your field, when you are on such a roll that not only do you finish your project ahead of the damn deadline, you went ahead and did sixteen other magnificent things that day too, just because your brain was on such a rush of SO MANY IDEAS. For example: you felt good about finishing your essay, so you wrote six movie reviews, four e-mails, 26 blog posts, and worked on your book to boot. And then you went to bed with a smile on your face because damn, I’m so fine.

Ne-dom Uninspired: this is when you feel “meh.” Not awesomesauce, not the lowest of the low, just plain MEH. Meh for a Ne-dom equals: semi-bored, semi-uninspired, semi-annoyed about it. Now, a sane person on this day goes and watches 24 episodes of ALIAS in a row to chill. Me, I FORCE myself to be ‘creative.’ And because I’m generally good at what I do, it comes out fine. Not knock your socks off stupendous, not awful, not even average, just fine. But it feels like dragging my brain through a cheese grater and I go to bed mad that my Ne-brain was lazy as hell today. Like, it’s supposed to be AMAZING all the time!!! What’s up with this?!

Ne-dom Bored-as-Hell: generally, this happens when your life is stagnant, or you are stuck on the same god-awful project for weeks, or your friends have not spoken to you in days, and you are so bored you can hardly stand it, but NOTHING appeals to you. You crave something, but don’t know what it is. You drag yourself through the work / school day like a fish on dry land, you scope the depths of depression, you maybe force yourself to do stuff, but it’s a clear indication that your Ne is STARVING TO DEATH. You must feed it. How? That’s up to you. Get in the car and drive. Go hang out with someone. Start learning something new. Read a book that you know you’ll hate, and blow your own mind by loving it. Try something totally, radically different.

Don’t be like me, and dye your hair purple and cut into a punk rock style. Although, God knows I looked adorable.

Ne-dom Work-a-Holic: also known as tunnel vision, also known as inferior Si grip, also known as the perfect way to make yourself exhausted at the end of the day. Picture a nice normal Ne being a freight train barreling through a tunnel at 976 miles per hour. Now picture a peasant maiden (or peasant lad, if that’s you’re thing) running out onto the tracks, and holding it in place for about 15 hours. It grinds to a halt, its wheels start to smoke, and the peasant maiden/lad is inching forward at, oh, about 6 miles per hour. Fast by her standards, slow by yours. Now imagine that’s what happens to your Ne, when you develop tunnel vision. All that power, going nowhere fast. Imagine the tremendous energy that just ground to a halt. The creeping subconscious despair of the engineer. You are both the peasant maiden/lad and the freight train. See the problem? You are ripping yourself apart. How’s that peasant maiden/lad going to feel at the end of the day?

Yup. Exhausted.

Now, what if that peasant maiden does this day after day for about a week?

Exhausted. Mental exhaustion, from holding back the train, forcing Ne to stay on one topic, or focus on “boring” things for days on end. Where’s the fun? Where’s the zany? Where’s the sarcasm and jokes and random connections? Hello, inferior Si. Obsessive compulsive, aren’t you? Fixated. BAD.

How to Train Your Ne:

1) Give yourself permission to stick to one idea for awhile.

I get it. You will have thousands of great ideas in a single lifetime, or maybe even a week. If you follow all of them right now, you will never finish anything. Do what I do: think about them, ponder them, don’t let them get too developed, and write down the ones you want to hold onto, put them in a jar, and… walk away with the biggest, shiniest, most exciting idea you just had. The others will keep. Let them stew in their juices. Focus on THIS IDEA.

2) Reward yourself for finishing things.

If you want to accomplish something, give your Ne what it wants – a challenge, and a reward. I used to motivate myself through “boring” tasks by setting time deadlines and writing like a bat out of hell, or dividing the task up into separate shorter parts that I can cross off after I do them. That shows me I am making progress. Right now, I’m sitting next to a half-crossed-off list of chapters in my book, which I am proof-reading / editing. Each time a pink line goes through someone’s name, I know I’m THIS MUCH CLOSER to finishing. THIS MUCH CLOSER to starting a NEW project. THIS MUCH CLOSER TO THAT PIECE OF CHOCOLATE I PROMISED MYSELF.

Ahem.

3) Accept that you cannot be at 110% all the time.

This may be hard for you to hear, but you’re a normal human being. You need sleep. You need rest. You need food. You need days off, and dates, and to go places, and be with people, and do things other than your job or your school or writing or whatever it is that occupies 90% of your time. Those normal things that a sensor can do without much fuss, wear you out. Tedious details wear you out. Planning wears you out. Keeping track of things wears you out. The temptation when this happens is to under-estimate what you, as a low Si, needs – which is a break. You tend to way overestimate what you can do in a single week, and sometimes you get way too much on your plate… so, if you know about things in advance that are going to “drain” your Ne, because it requires other, lower functions to be heavily used in your stack, plan to limit your interaction with those functions in excess of your responsibilities.

In other words, if you (me) have to do a bunch of tedious line-editing at work, it is not a good idea for me to come home and do… a bunch of tedious line-editing on my novel at the same time. That’s all Te/Si stuff.

Ne-stuff is… new ideas, new people, new philosophies, reading things that excite your mind and imagination and help you see things in a different way, or watching something new, or going somewhere where you can just be yourself. Your Ne cannot run on full power all the time, especially when you’re trying to hold back the freight train – so give yourself permission to take time off.

4) Pace yourself.

This piggybacks on the above, but as a Ne-dom, you way over-estimate how much you can do physically. Things like going places, driving for hours, being in crowds, walking long distances, etc., are tiring to someone with minimal sensing. Ne-doms need down time, to process their experiences. You are an introverted extrovert. Remember that, and give yourself down time. Try not to be out and about 24/7. But don’t stay home all the time either. That’s a cesspool of Ne-draining boredom waiting to happen.

5) Either do it right now or write it down.

My usual pattern is: get a good thought about 10pm. Then springboard into another idea. Then zip over that way for more ideas. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, telling myself to go to sleep, while thinking about everything I should talk about, investigate, or do in the morning. By morning, of course, either the ideas are all gone or I have lost any motivation to do them. Some of my best work is from dropping everything and doing it RIGHT NOW. Strike while the iron is hot, my dander is up, whatever. Some of my best short stories or articles came from getting up at 5am and pounding the keyboard. So, do it NOW… or write it down. If you write it down, you won’t have to try and remember it (also a chore for Ne).

The best things you can do for your Ne are the following:

  • Accept that this is who I am, and it’s okay.
  • Realize that mundane or tedious tasks drain your Ne
  • Let your mind wander
  • Give yourself permission to fantasize
  • Reward periods of the mundane with fun activities
  • Never let a week go by without planning something ‘fun’
  • Stimulate yourself with constant NEW things (books, movies, music)
  • Read a wide variety of things on a continual basis
  • Give yourself challenges and deadlines to beat
  • Make sure they are SHORT-TERM (you cannot stay too long)
  • Always have something in the immediate future to look forward to

Hope that helps.

(This week on tumblr has been DULL. Is it just me or is it dead?! Thank God for a new Doctor Who tomorrow! I need me some NEW Capaldi + Bill Potts. I totally want to be her best friend and hang out in space and eat blue cubes together.)

- ENFP Mod

Ryden Theory

Ryden.  Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie.  The two men who have royally fucked up my life.  I wanted to “decode”  their relationship.  Song lyrics, interview, lore.  Everything.  If anyone has read M Theory about Sherlock, that is the feel I’m going for.  I’m going to do this chronologically, but first a quick overview of Ryden and a little background.   Even If you don’t believe they were in love, the loss of friendship is just as sad.

DISCLAIMER

A lot of this is speculation.  I love Brendon, Ryan, Jon, Spencer, Dallon and Sarah.  

Overview

So, Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie are both known because of the band Panic!  At the Disco.  A band that has had no fewer than nine members.  The originals, Brendon Urie, Ryan Ross, Spencer Smith, and Brent Wilson.  Ryan and Spencer had been friends since they were five and had begun the band playing Blink-182 covers.  Many splits over twelve years, leaving lead singer, Brendon Urie, the only original member left.  

2005

Panic!  Was originally Ryan and Spencer Smith (original drummer’s)  band, joined by Brent Wilson (original bassist)  who was the one to bring in Brendon.  The thing is, Brendon was originally the backup guitarist with Ryan as lead vocals.  After hearing Brendon sing they made him lead singer and Ryan the lead guitarist.  Ryan was reluctant to let Brendon take over, these were HIS songs about HIS struggles.  Both Ryan and Brendon have talked about how hard it was for them to communicate on how to sing the songs.  You might know the next bit,  they sent some demos (Camisado, Time to Dance, Nails for Breakfast and Tacks for Snacks)  to Pete Wentz (Fall Out Boy bassist)  who flew to LA and watched them practice.  He ended up signing them to his label, decaydance.  Ryan wrote all of the songs from A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out, the album including hit, I Write Sins Not Tragedies.  Chances are, this is the first P!atd song you ever heard.  Ryan and Brendon were beginning to warm up to each other.

2006

Panic!  Really hit it big in 2006.  They sold 10, 000 albums in the first week.  Later on that year they won ‘MTV video of the Year’ for I Write Sins.  They began to tour. This is around the time they started the ‘stage-gay’.  You may have seen the ‘Perfect Passionate Kiss’ video  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YK25McZVK0c) .  Later this year the first split occurred, bassist Brent Wilson was kicked out of the band.  It was revealed that he didn’t record any bass on the album.  Instead, Brendon had filled in and recorded all of the bass.  The Nothing Rhymes With Circus tour replaced Brent with Jon Walker.  The Circus tour’s most notable event was

Myrtle Beach.

Myrtle Beach

Panic! Had a dancer named Dream, who every night would go on stage and say that Brendon was a virgin.  In an interview, Dream said this was a lie.  Greta Salpeter from Hush Sound, who was touring with Panic!  Said that they went skinny dipping at Myrtle Beach around midnight.    This is normal.  Friends skinny dip together all the time.  What makes it part of Ryden Lore is good ol’ Ryro’s livejournal post later that night.

6-25-06 01:21:28 PDT - (No Subject)

The moon bred new Atlantic life tonight. the salt burned you right out of my eyes. and secrets we’re not proud of were taken with the tide. We were all newborns with blurred vision and no sense of direction.

Today I saw cancer, cigarettes and shortness of breath. this is why I walk to the ocean. swim with jellyfish. I may never get this chance again. this is why if you want to kiss you should kiss. If you want to cry you should cry, and if you want to live you should live. You don’t have to love me. You already did. At least enough to keep me smiling from South Carolina to Virginia. it’s for lovers (orjustfriends) This is why I do it.

THIS IS AFTER BEING NAKED WITH BRENDON.  UNDER THE MOONLIGHT.  JUST SAYING.

Also, I’m going to mention a few lyrics here.  I will go deeper into lyrics later on.

Northern Downpour

Hey moon, please forget to fall down.

I’m just going to say, it’s probable that Ryan and Brendon fucked that night.  I think this lyric is about not wanting that night to end.  Hey moon, don’t you go down.  Don’t go down because that means this night is over.  A night which was probably one of the best of their lives.

2007

2007 was pretty uneventful.  They started to work on Pretty. Odd, around the same time Ryan’s dad passed away.  They worked through it though.  The band.

2008

They released the first single Nine in the Afternoon, early in 2008.  What stands out about this song is really the video.  Despite having great lyrics, if you’re looking at this through the Ryden Conspiracy Theorist Lens™ like I am, the video really stands out.  The end especially shows how comfortable they were around each other.  It’s just really cute.  I don’t want to talk about Northern Downpour yet because it’s 1 AM and I don’t want to cry right now.  So we’re going to talk about  When The Day Met The Night.  This is the Sun and Moon theory.  Ryan is the sun, Brendon is the moon.  Some believe it’s the other way around.  Please check http://analyzingpanic.tumblr.com/post/65592663208/i-think-its-the-other-way-around-ryans-the-sun for why I think this.  I think that the song is a story.  A story about how they fell in love.

 When the moon (Brendon) found the sun (Ryan)  he looked like he was barely hanging on.  I think this is saying that  before Brendon, Ryan was close to giving up.  

  Her (Brendon) eyes saved his (Ryan) life.  Brendon’s love saved Ryan.  Like it or not, Brendon’s voice is what gave Panic! That little boost that it desperately needed to make it big.  Many other songs reference this particular piece of lore.  Anyway, I guess I have to do it now.  Northern Downpour.  THE Ryden song.  First, we have to talk about Ryan’s 21st birthday.  Pete threw Ryan a party in New York, which is on the EAST coast.  Ryan was the only one drinking age, so the rest flew to RAINY NORTHERN SEATTLE.  Around midnight Ryan left his party and his girlfriend, Keltie Colleen, and flew to Seattle without warning.  Maybe you’ve already figured it out.

 I missed your skin when you were east.  Ryan was on the east coast away from Brendon.  This ties in with- You clicked your heels and wished for me.  Ryan wished he was with Brendon.  

 I know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home.  THIS LINE.  Ryan told Brendon to pay special attention to this line.  Also, this is the line when Brendon would start crying while performing it after the 2009 split.  The meaning though.  I think it’s about how yes, the world sucks, and hurts.  But if you ignore that, let the pain melt away, it’s home.  

You may be wondering how we know about Seattle.  The thing is, there’s photos of them there.  Eating at the Market.  Ryan in the same clothes as the night before.  Seattle itself is very important.  Ryan has said it’s his favourite place to perform.  Ry was driving to Seattle when he got the call that his father died.  Of course there’s also the “Maybe one day we’ll settle in Seattle” line.  Also Bren breaking down while performing   Casual Affair in Seattle.

Okay. I’m done with 2008.  Bring on 2009.

2009

If I didn’t want to talk about Northern Downpour, I definitely don’t want to talk about 2009.  But I gotta.  Fuck 2009.  2009 is the year of the split.  The cited reason of the split is ‘Musical Differences’  I think that this is partially true.  Ryan and Jon had begun to write music on their own.  They had also started to make fun of Brendon’s attempts at writing music.  The tension was building.  They did try to work things out by going to a cabin to write their next album,  Crickets and Clover.  Never heard of it?  That’s okay.  It was never released.  Now.  Now we talk about Cape Town.

Cape Town

This was it.  The End.  I can’t really talk about Cape Town.  No one knows what happened.

The Young Veins

Ryan and Jon left.  They formed their own semi-successful band.  There’s a few song we need to talk about.  Lie to the Truth is all about how Ryan tried to love Keltie, but couldn’t.  About how he wanted needed their relationship to stay private.  But I really need to talk about Cape Town. Yes, they wrote a song about.  BUT IT’S RYAN ROSS SO NO ONE FUCKING KNOWS WHAT HE’S TALKING ABOUT.  POETIC LITTLE SHIT. Specifically, the contrast between it and The Calendar.  I think that The Calendar is very important so I’ll talk about it separately later.

Cape Town vs.  The Calendar

The Calendar

And I meant everything that I said that night.   Brendon did mean everything he said.  Presumably they had a fight.

I will come back to life, but only for you.  THIS CHANGES THE LAST LINE.  Yes, Brendon meant what he said, he was mad. But he was still in love.  He can forgive him.  Only him.

Cape Town

Woke me in the morning, asked me if I meant it.  I’m assuming Ryan said some pretty shitty things to Brendon.  But he didn’t mean them.

I loved, I left you, in Cape Town.  Ryan did love Brendon, but they couldn’t stay together.

Vices & Virtues

I love this album.  So much.  I cried the first time I listened to it.  I swear this entire album is about Ryan Ross.  Every song has meaning so this’ll take a while.

The Ballad of the Mona Lisa

Say what you mean.  Ryan stop being so cryptic and just TELL BRENDON WHAT YOU MEAN.

Let the sun rain down on me.  Sun and Moon theory.

Give me a sign, I want to believe.  Brendon wants Ryan to show him he’s still in love with him, Brendon wants them to be together.

You’re guaranteed to run this town.  Good job, Ry!  You finally have control over you music.  Even later into 2009 Ryan and Brendon still struggled with how Brendon was singing Ryan’s lyrics.  This is Bren being petty.

I’d pay to see you frown.  Brendon wants Ryan to fail so he’ll finally realize that he needs Brendon.  

Pleased to please ya.  Brendon felt like Ryan thought that it was a privilege for Brendon to sleep with him.

Hurricane

You’re behind my eyelids when I’m all alone.   Brendon misses Ryan.  A lot.

I led the revolution, in my bedroom.  This is talking about the fact Ryden was a LGBTQ+  relationship.

They don’t look like me.  Brendon’s a cocky lil shit.  Brendon knows that Ryan isn’t going to be with anyone more attractive than him.

They don’t sound like me.  No matter how hard Ryan and Jon try, none of those songs they write can sound like his.  They don’t have the vocal ability.

This one hurts too.  Memories

With an unrequited love.  Brendon felt that Ryan never really loved him back

She was the youngest of the family, and the last to be let go.  Brendon was the youngest of a large mormon family.

Then they decided that they would try to make it on their own.  The original four all risked everything for this chance that they would make it in the music world.

Oh memories, where’d you go?   You were all I’d ever known.  I actually think this is about Ryan and Spencer’s friendship.  One of the unanswered questions of the split is, why did Spencer side with Brendon even though Ryan had been his best friends since they were five?

How I miss yesterday.  Brendon and Spencer both just really want it to be 2009 again.

When July became December.  An overarching theme of this album is summer ending.  This is often related to the split.

But they couldn’t quite remember what inspired them to go.  After the underwhelming debut of The Young Veins, Ryan and Jon would have to watch Panic!  Make a comeback, without them.

They were fighting for their love, it was growing tired.  Brendon and Ryan tried to make it work.

When the money lost momentum.  Ryan and Jon were probably rolling in Panic!  Royalties after they left, but although they still gain a little money from their Panic! Days, it’s definitely slowed down.

They were young and independent, and they thought they had it planned. Should have known right from the start, you can’t predict the end.  At the beginning they were young, and desperate for separation from their parents.  They thought everything would be perfect.  You can’t predict how things will end.

Don’t let it fade away.  I think that this is a message to us, the fans.  Don’t let these first two albums be forgotten.

Trade Mistakes

I think this song is about Brendon’s mistakes as a lover and friend.   About how it bothers him that Ryan can seemingly just keep going without him.  Brendon knows he fucked up by letting Ryan leave, he wants to trade those mistakes for peace of mind

Ready to Go (Get Me Out Of My Mind)

You’ve got these little things, that you’ve been running from.  Ryan had a troubled childhood that still haunts him, it’s why he can’t stay with someone from his past.  These tiny things following him everywhere.

I’m ready to live.  Fuck Ryan Ross.  Brendon is learning how to be in Panic! Without Ryan.   Learning to live without Ryan.

Get me out of my mind.  Brendon wants to think about anything but Ryan.

Always  this song fucks me up too

When the world gets too heavy, put it on my back.  I think this is about how Ryan wrote songs about his struggles, then Brendon had to sing it.  Brendon would have to carry part of the burden.

You’re taking me apart.  Brendon is slowly being pulled apart, Ryan left him.  His band is split in two.

It was always you, falling for me.   Brendon now sees that Ryan did love him.  

I’m the light blinking at the end of the road, blink back to let me know.  Despite everything, Brendon is still waiting for Ryan.  He’s begging Ryan for a sign that there’s something worth waiting for.

I’m a fly that’s trapped, in a web, but I’m thinking that, my spider’s dead.  Brendon is still very in love with Ryan, but he’s beginning to believe that there’s no hope for them.

Lonely, lonely little life, I could kid myself, thinking that I’m fine.  Brendon feels alone without Ryan.  Yes, he has Spencer, but it’s not the same.  Even though he knows that Spencer can’t replace Ryan in anyway, he can make himself believe that.

The Calendar

If you don’t let it out, you’re gonna let it eat you away.  Ryan and Brendon were keeping their love a secret and it was slowly destroying them.

Pray I could replace her, forget the way her tears taste.  Brendon tried to replace Ryan and Jon with Dallon, but it wasn’t the same.

Put another X on the calendar, summer’s on its death bed.  Summer was when their love both blossomed and and died.

There’s simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends. Brendon had said in interviews that he’d hoped that they’d be together forever.  I bet if you’d told 17 year old Panic! That it would end with them all hating each other, not talking.  Toxic relationships.  They would have hesitated before signing to decaydance.

And I meant everything I said that night, I’ll come back to life, but only for you.  This is hinting at the resurgence of Panic!  Literally 90% of the songs on V&V were about Ryan.  Panic! Came back, but for Ryan.

Don’t want to call it a second chance, but when I came back, it was more of a relapse. Whenever Brendon gave Ryan a second chance it felt like he was doing drugs again, like he was high.  Like he had broken a promise to himself.

Sarah Smiles

THIS SONG IS ABOUT SARAH.  I CAN MAKE AN ARGUMENT FOR MOST OF THESE SONGS.  BUT. THIS. IS. ABOUT. SARAH.

Nearly Witches.

This song is special because it’s technically the last song written by Ryan Ross for Panic!  He didn’t write all of it though.  We need to start with the french.

Dès le premier jour, ton parfum enivra mon amour, et dans ces instants, j'aimerais être comme toi par moments, mais depuis ce jour, je n'ai qu'un seul et unique regret

From day one, my love your perfume intoxicated, and in these moments

I want to be like you at times, but since that day, I only have a single regret.  Most of this comes in again later.

Here I am, composing a burlesque.  What’s really important about this line is how Brendon performs it.  This is the last line Ryan ever wrote.  Brendon will often perform it mockingly, many people have interpreted it as Brendon being petty af and making fun of Ryan.

I only shoot up with your perfume.  Only Ryan can get him the high he craves.

I’ve got just one regret to live through, that one regret is you.  Brendon regrets Ryan, regrets their love.

I’ve got just one regret to live through, and I regret ever letting you go.  This changes the meaning of the original line.  Now, it’s about Brendon regretting letting what he and Ryan had die.  He thinks he should’ve held onto it as long as possible.

Mona Lisa, pleased to please ya.  This makes me think that the Mona Lisa is Ryan.  Even though Brendon regrets leaving Ryan, he knows he was never as much to Ryan as Ryan was to him.

The album as a whole

Brendon is a salty bitch.  

Not much happened between this and Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die.  Brendon cried while performing Northern Downpour.  Idk not much.   Oh yeah, Brendon and Sarah got married.

Too Rare to Live, Too Rare to Die

I think this album is a lot of Brendon accepting his sexuality, Ryan+Jon being gone, and the future.  A fair amount of this album was written by Dallon.  

This is Gospel

This song is about Spencer and his struggle with addiction.

Miss Jackson

When I saw Panic! In concert, Brendon said this was about a girl in Vegas.  I think that there’s some parts that apply to Ryan though.  I think when Brendon sings about no one knowing who was there, he’s talking about how they’d had to keep their love a secret.

Girl That You Love

This song was dedicated to Ryan Ross in the album notebook.

Drop every pretense.  Pretense literally means an attempt to make something that is not the case to appear true.  So basically Brendon is saying, ‘hey Ry, yeah remember how we pretended we weren’t in love.  Yeah stop that’

Nicotine

The song’s about how Brendon felt addicted to Ryan’s love, always saying that it would be the last time.  

Girls/Girls/Boys

I actually think this isn’t about Ryan, but instead Brendon realizing that it’s okay for him to have these feelings for another man.  

Casual Affair

This song is talking about how they’d both just said, ‘Oh it’s okay, we’re young, fooling around.’  If you want to cry watch this video of Brendon singing Casual Affair and breaking down.  In Seattle.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhXDQBZNdIE

End of All Things

I am always yours.  Yes, Brendon’s married and loves Sarah.  But this song is about the end of an era.  Ryan will  always have a hold over Brendon, but this song is Brendon trying to move on.

We are young again.  Brendon wants to go back to the beginning.  When they were young and happy and carefree.

In these coming years, many things will change, but the way I feel, will remain the same.  Brendon wants Ryan to know things will change, he’s married now. But a part of him will always care about Ryan, no matter what.

After Too Weird to Live, Too Rare to Die Spencer left.  He left to go get help for is drug abuse.  Brendon began to work on Death of a Bachelor.  Ryan….  Ryan kept being emo™.

Death of a Bachelor

Doab is about Brendon falling in love with Sarah, getting married, AGAIN trying to move on.

Hallelujah

My life started the day I got caught, under the covers.  Brendon didn’t know what life was truly like before Ryan.

Who was I trying to be?  Why were they trying to hide it?  Everyone guessed anyway.

Then the time for being sad is over, and you miss them like you miss no other, but being blue is better than being over it.   Brendon knows he should be over Ryan by now, but he still misses him.  And to Brendon, being sad about the split is better than forgetting about the love he shared with Ryan.

Death of a Bachelor

Do I look lonely?  Hey Ryan.   Ryan look. I’m married and still in the band.  I’m still friends with Spencer.  I’m not lonely.

And when you think of me, am I the best you ever had?  Does Ryan still miss Brendon like Brendon misses him.  Is Brendon still the best relationship he ever had?

Share one more drink with me, smile even though you’re sad.  Brendon is married.  Ryan can never be that person for him anymore, but Ryan has to pretend that he’s happy for Brendon.

Golden Days

Fuck this song.  If I went through every song that could possibly reference Ryden/Original band it would take pages.  So here’s some highlights.

We’ll stay drunk, we’ll stay tan, let the love remain.   The summer before the split, where they toured around the world.  That is summer that Brendon is talking about.  The summer when the band got along, where they ALL loved each other.

Golden days.  Brendon thinks these are the best days of his life.  He knows that when he’s older he’ll look back on his life and remember the summer spent with his three best friends is the of his life.

Time can never break your heart, but it can take the pain away.  Brendon knows that eventually thinking about the split will hurt less.

House of Memories

This song is a problem.  I hate it.  So much.  HOUSE OF PROBLEMS.  It has the same problem as the last one.  Highlights;

Memories turn into daydreams.  Brendon longs for days of Pretty. Odd   And the memories have slowly morphed into daydreams about what could’ve been.

Promise me a place, in your house of memories.  Ryan promise me that you won’t forget what we had.

I THINK OF YOU FROM TIME TO TIME, MORE THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD, YOU WERE JUST TOO KIND, AND I WAS TOO YOUNG TO KNOW.  Brendon knew he’d miss Ryan, but thought it would be rarer.  Now looking back, Brendon realizes that what they had was worth keeping.

These thoughts of past lovers, they’ll always haunt me.   This is a message  to Sarah saying I love you, but I can’t let go of him.

Bonus Lines

Memories tend to just pop up. Brendon doesn’t want to miss the old Panic!  But he can’t help is.  -Don’t Threaten Me With  Good Time