twantyonepilots:

[quietly whispers]
can you hear me?
[clutches chest]
are you near me?
[sheds a single tear]
can we pretend to leave and then
[gets all choked up]
we’ll meet again
[falls down on knees]
WHEN
[starts sobbing]
BOTH
[clutches fist]
OUR
[punches air]
CARS
[falls to floor]
COLLIDE

(via slutgerard)

i hate when i lose things at school like my pencils and papers and life ambitions

(via coluring)

let-thebastards-sing:

Oliver Sykes || Bring Me The Horizon