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Memory Gene
Look at me; I’m back.
Did you think I could be so free?
“It doesn’t mean sweeter is more full filling”…

Don’t you forget me dear.

Don’t you regret me my dear.
Don’t you detour once you have found me my dear.
Little Miss Mine Forever

soul-punks:

This feeling inside
is so hard to hide
we talk and I blush
but you say to hush
its the giggle you stifle
the bullet in a loaded rifle
a secret between you and I
Its a feeling deep inside
its to hard to hide
Oh dont make me blush
then tell me to hush
My giggles I can’t stifle
The excitement of shots from a rifle
This secret between you and I
is a love that will never die!

Your Panda

Just a reminder of what you said to me.

From this point on I swear:

I QUIT giving a fuck about this shit.

Love

Whatever the fuck that maybe.

Obvious I can’t get that shit right.

Sick of waiting for your approval.

Let’s turn onto an escape for a bit.
Come the FUCK on!
LET’S TURN ONTO MY PAIN FOR A BIT.
Boy,you did forget me…

…there is such an empty space now that you’re gone.”

Boy,you did forget me…

…there is such an empty space now that you’re gone.”

It was me.


I said it first.

It. Was. Me.

nervousbreakdance:

There’s this really nice piece at underthegunreview.net by Jacob Tender that a friend forwarded me today. It’s about how important Fall Out Boy’s album “From Under the Cork Tree,” was to him. After reading it though, nostalgic and well-written as it was, I really found myself more depressed than…

Hello Heartbreak….

Hello Heartbreak….