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Everything said on the Strings Attached track

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Danced all night and drank till 10 I don’t even know her name One night stands that always fade I just wanna run away

Now cut loose!

I got no strings attached, strings attached, strings attached to me I got no strings attached, strings attached, strings attached, I’m free

Sleepless nights and restless days Will I ever get my way? We all screw up but I deserve a chance I wanna kiss you on your face

Heaven’s just a mile away Now cut the wire!

I got no strings attached, strings attached, strings attached to me I got no strings attached, strings attached, strings attached, I’m free

You’re a puppet!

Fucking punk rock

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5:00

Hang out!

Imagine if we just set a drum set up right here in, the full set-up in this room Fuck this ticket, wha- who is this? Like, imagine if we just s- look at this, what is this, linen? Imagine if we just set this up, we just had a fuckin house?  We just had a place, right here?

Bitch, I’m gold Shining brighter than the motherfucking sun I got gold in my motherfucking pocket Even got a motherfucking gold eye socket I see gold shining, gleaming, singing Yeah motherfucker my name is gold I got a motherfucking golden dick Golden feet with the laces on my kicks To the left, to the right, you know what’s up Motherfucker say it one more time

Bitch, I’m gold

Hey yo, everything gold around here Got fucking bottles in my air Yeah I’m drinking this shit like it was wild up Yeah I’m shitting this shit like it was wild up

Well these bitches on my dick trying to get a little But these ?? only want it cause they only ??

Yo my brace is gold, my eyes is gold And the water that I drink from is gold

Bitch I’m gold Shining brighter than the motherfucking sun (Motherfucking gold!) Bitch I’m gold

*Laughter* That’s not what I said no ?? *Laughter* No, seriously, I saw you, I saw you drink that Coca Cola! You hear me? I saw you! What, are you telling me I’m blind?! Huh?! You always use my USB stick, you always use my computer, read my magazines! Whoop-de-doo! Why don’t you buy a magazine, huh?! You got a fucking problem?! *Laughter*

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11:07

Baby, you’re an STD You’re no good for me Did you take LSD? Cause you’re acting like a bitch to me FYI: Bye bye! FYI: Bye bye!

Bye bye! Bye bye! Bye bye!

Crows are scary They

Guys I’m really scared of crows now. (q) 

Yeah but have you seen this 

A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him. 

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. 

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.

My babies!!

save her!

this scared the fucking shit out of me my heart dropped because i thought this was a blender at first glance OMFG

a lot of red in this øne

you: fake gamer, favorite games are metal gear solid and fallout 4 me: true gamer, only ever played neko atsume

Fuck You mgs Is awesome lol

me: 

you:

isle of flightless birds - twenty one pilots

dont u hate it when its nine in the afternoon but ur eyes are just normal sized

I’ve seen this post three times on my dash and i still cant fucking figure out what it means is it like some secret code. are 22,000+ of you in a secret society????? what the fuck is going on?????

some of my favorite tags:

some more gems:

this post just gets better and better

don’t let them know

a message for brown eyed girls 

yes, her eyes are blue. yes, every love song is about them. every poem compares them to the sea. but you, you have eyes of amber and onyx. your eyes are the gold people desperately try to pull from the ground. her eyes may hold the depth of the ocean but your eyes hold the magnitude of a black hole. your eyes carry a weight too heavy for even the ocean to sweep away into it’s abyss. your eyes are anything but ordinary. 

I want to be unafraid. I want to be full of light and love and kindness. I want to go on adventures and rejoice in the beauty of living.

If anything, I need to remember this

No boy is going to buy you flowers, at least not right now. Go be yourself, go laugh, go snort, go tuck your hairs behind your ears and have a nice cup of coffee. Treat yourself to brunch and tip the waitress a little extra. Sometimes it’s okay to break down and cry until your eyes are puffy, but afterwards you just gotta pick yourself up and deal with it. Go read for a whole afternoon and forget about your homework. Turn your phone off for the whole day and not think about who is or isn’t texting you. Tell the people that you love that you love them, call them, don’t text. Tell the boy or girl that you like that you like them. What is the worst thing that could happen? You’re almost grown but sometimes it’s fun to be goofy. Go outside and pick flowers, make a crown, put them in a vase or take pictures of them. Never be shy to take a photo, never be afraid to ask strangers to take your photo, even if you’re alone. Please please please travel. Travel when you can and travel by yourself or with people you love. Meet strangers and make them friends, lovers, companions. Do not let anyone tell you how you should live your sexual life. It’s your business, not your parents, not your pastors, not your friends, nobody’s but yours. Never apologize for something you’re not sorry for, and if you do don’t be sorry that you did. Fall in love, fall out of love, if it takes you years to get over it be proud of that, if it takes you weeks be proud of that. Be proud of who you are and what you’ve accomplished, be excited for the great things that are to come. Be happy, please be happy.

words of advice from someone who needs to remember all of these.

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play this at my wedding or funeral I don’t care where but just plAY IT

I reblog this a lot but it gives me chills every time i hear it

Was this Twenty-One Pilots? Definitely sounds like it.

This has cycled through my blog like 4 times now and I’ll continue to reblog it every time

draw stick figures. sing off key. write bad poems. sew ugly clothes. run slowly. flirt clumisly. play video games on easy. you do not need to be good at something to enjoy the act. talent is overrated. do things you like doing. it’s ok to suck

If you’re not noticed, you’re still valid.

Like, if no ones gonna read it, you should still write it.

If no ones gonna see it, you should still do it.

If no ones gonna hear you, you should still say it.

You’re not measured by how people react to you.

You’re not measured by how people react to you.

Nothing Personal + First Lines