this looks like a poster

Ok guys i am back from camp, meant to be doing a histroy, PDHPE and a geography assessment task while crying to capetown, but hey lets do this instead. Ok so @chatterbox-21 sent this in. Honestly we should be mutuals. Message me @chatterbox-21 . *cracks knuckles* lets do this SHIT

OK LETS GO LEFT TO RIGHT SHALL WE SO BRENT IT IS YOUR LUCKY DAY

this is probably one of the only photos of brent where he actually has emotion on his face. He looks like some bitch in front of him said that his hair looks like it belongs and a suburban mother named Helen. 

NEXT UP: THE BEAN WITH THE BOWL CUT

Ryan ross. What an unfortunate photo. What is with the hand? he looks like that aerican poster. “Panic! at the disco needs you, because i am going to leave this boys ass becuase i love him”. Ryan, i love you

THEN THERES BEEBO

he is just like boy what do you mean you don’t want this used car. Btw i spiritually relate to this photo: the pimples/ pimple scars, the unfortunate hair cut, and the too far apart eyebrows. 

THE THERES THE MARSHMELLOW

he has that face. You know, the one you pull when you realise that someone is taking a photo and your in the middle o talking, or when someone walks into the bathroom and your on the toilet, or when you see the future and you realise that half of the band leaves you. 


Lol sorry this whole post was really salty towards the panic split

send me more pics for more face synopsises 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.