This Is Halloween - Panic! At The Disco
i reblogged this before but we actually started playing this game and it has resulted in spilled drinks, flying cigarettes, and friends getting hit in the gut with 5lb crystal balls
it is fantastic
My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:
1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?
of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”
I met you on a Sunday, right
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.
on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”
he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
“how about you?”
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
|—||three questions | Caitlyn Siehl (via tiredestprincess)|
The Parting Glass is a traditional Irish and Scottish song, often sung at the end of a gathering of friends. It was allegedly the most popular song sung in Scotland and Ireland before Robert Burns wrote Auld Lang Syne.
I seem to unfit for public consumption today… a guy was walking with a group down the sidewalk and they were across the whole thing. I braced myself and refused to move off the sidewalk, and he ran right into me and fell down. Stepping over him while he was down may have been uncalled for… and then there was a girl who had a nifty laptop cover that I was looking at, but she thought I was staring at her and abrasively tried to call me out, saying, “What are you staring at? Like what you see, perv?” My response: “Not really, I’ve never seen a zit that big. But cool laptop.”
"just the way tolkien imagined it." some of the comment s say… xD