O’ your friends say Boston’s beautiful, but they didn’t dream here, they didn’t scream here when no one hears.
This day anything goes. Burning bodies hanging from poles. I remember Halloween.
I’m handing my life over to you.
Why do you still pretend that you forgot me?
Wes Eisold of American Nightmare.
(via ohhayyyalyssa)
It’s been ten years and I still haven’t seen you.
There are so few we can depend on.
GPOY
AMERICAN NIGHTMARE EDITIOOOON!!!!
I need a tattoo about this song. No doubt.
Yeah. I guess.
(via searulean)
