PANIC! AT THE DISCO — I Write Sins Not Tragedies"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter, "And, yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom’s bride is a whore."
"Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"
so no one told you life was gonna be this way
your blog’s a joke you’re broke your otp is gay
it’s like you’re always just stuck waiting here
for a tv show that’s not been on for months, or even for years
but, tumblr’s here for youuu, when the tears start to fall
tumblr’s here for youu, like no website before
tumblr’s here for you, ‘cause you’ve got nothing else to do
"Passengers. This is not a shoe. This is disorder. This is size ten chaos. This— see this? This is death. In this locomotive we call home there is one thing that’s between our warm hearts and the bitter cold. Clothing? Shields? No. Order. Order is the barrier that holds back the frozen death. We must all of us on this train of life remain in our allotted station. We must each of us occupy our particular, preordained position. Would you wear a shoe on your head? Of course you wouldn’t wear a shoe on your head. A shoe doesn’t belong on your head. A shoe belongs on your foot. A hat belongs on your head. I am a hat. You are a shoe. I belong on the head. You belong on the foot. Yes? So it is." - Snowpiercer (2013)
The lack of tattoos on my body is highly upsetting.