the sun will rise, and we will try again. 

the sun will rise, and we will try again. 

ticklmekelmo:

twentyonefighters:

Taxi Cab
"So the hearse ran out of gas A passenger person grabbed a map  And the driver inside it contrived a new route to save the past And checked his watch and grabbed a cab A beautifully planned taxi cap A cab, had it cleared out back and two men started to unpack
Driving once again But now this time there were three men And then I heard one of them say: I know the night will turn to gray I know the stars will start to fade When all the darkness fades away We had to steal him from his fate So he could see another day
Then I cracked open my box Someone must have picked the lock A little light revealed the spot Where my fingernails had fought Then I pushed it open more Pushing up against the door Then I sat up off the floor and found the brother we’re searching for
Then there were three men up front All I saw were backs of heads And then I asked them am I alive and well or am I dreaming dead And then one turned around to say: We’re driving toward the morning sun Where all your blood is washed away And all you did will be undone.”
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This… is beautiful.

ticklmekelmo:

twentyonefighters:

Taxi Cab

"So the hearse ran out of gas
A passenger person grabbed a map
And the driver inside it contrived a new route to save the past
And checked his watch and grabbed a cab
A beautifully planned taxi cap
A cab, had it cleared out back and two men started to unpack

Driving once again
But now this time there were three men
And then I heard one of them say:
I know the night will turn to gray
I know the stars will start to fade
When all the darkness fades away
We had to steal him from his fate
So he could see another day

Then I cracked open my box
Someone must have picked the lock
A little light revealed the spot
Where my fingernails had fought
Then I pushed it open more
Pushing up against the door
Then I sat up off the floor and found the brother we’re searching for

Then there were three men up front
All I saw were backs of heads
And then I asked them am I alive and well or am I dreaming dead
And then one turned around to say:
We’re driving toward the morning sun
Where all your blood is washed away
And all you did will be undone.”


Please do not repost my art. Just reblog! Instagram is wordlesspainting

This… is beautiful.

dunpkin:

SO today is makena dunpuns's bday and they mentioned on twitter a while ago that all they wanted was a tyler joseph dress up game and well…. how could i resist right?? and anyway you can play it here. 

dunpkin:

SO today is makena dunpuns's bday and they mentioned on twitter a while ago that all they wanted was a tyler joseph dress up game and well…. how could i resist right?? and anyway you can play it here

joshoween:

My version of success, in my flesh, which is my humanly instincts. I think ‘well if I can influence and impact this many people, I’d be successful’. But maybe, maybe, my view of success is so messed up that really the most successful thing is that one person that I impact my entire life. I might just impact one person and I would be successful. And that just blows my mind." -Tyler Joseph |-/