Different Types Of Opals

Pete, writing poetry in a notebook angrily: Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.

Patrick: Are you okay?

Pete: Mikey stole my fucking garlic bread.

Please appreciate this piece of garbage I spent like two hours on.

Panic! At the Disco Rehearses

Perhaps you recognize the song?

this is so throam

My meme. Like it, love it, share it

(I don’t do these type of posts often but- )

Reblog to give our Sad Dad protagonist a hug

As someone who prides herself on taking screenshots at good times, here are some of my favourites I got!!!

@therealjacksepticeye

breaking news: brendon hires himself as touring bassist

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