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Panic At the Disco
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The beginning of I Write Sins Not Tragedies slowed down and layered over The Ballad of Mona Lisa.
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when ur sad always remember that u don’t look like you did in 6th grade
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;)
from zero to internet explorer how ignored do you feel
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“what college do you wanna go to???”
“what do you wanna be when you grow up???”
“how many kids are you gonna have??”
“do you have a boyfriend yet??”
“did you make any friends yet???”
“what are your grades like now????”
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one time when my boyfriend and I were about to have sex we had the radio on and Justin Bieber’s “Boyfriend” came on and he like paused and said
“I’m not about to have sex to the Biebs”
and I literally had to push him off of me I was laughing so hard there were literal tears for like 15 minutes
he was so unamused omg
His palms are sweaty, knees weak
arms spaghetti
there’s vomit on spaghetti already
mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti
to drop bombs
but he keeps on spaghetti
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happy places indeed
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