After this year Panic will have existed longer without Ryan than with Ryan and that makes me wanna vomit
BULLSHIT, YOU FUCKING MISS ME. THERE, I SAID IT, I GUESS I’LL TALK TO YOU IN A FEW MONTHS, SITTING DRUNK ON THE SIDE WALK; I GUESS I’LL GET UP, I GUESS I’LL GO FOR A WALK. BRUSH MY SHOES AGAINST THE PAVEMENT; I SWEAR THIS HAS GOTTA BE THE HUNDREDTH TIME I’VE THOUGHT OF YOU TONIGHT.
Two Weeks // Handguns
Although we’re young, we said that we’d make this count