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Risky BusinessShe stares at the fence.Risky Business
Chain-link.
Surrounded by the asphalt sea, she stares.
Wind bites her cheeks. She realizes that maybe chiffon was not the smartest idea as to a shirt choice.
The buses sit behind the fence.
Her heart aches. She has considered this many times. She’d love to sneak backstage at a concert.
Maybe it’s just that she likes to feel like she’s bad-ass.
Maybe it’s just that she knows she’ll never have a chance of meeting any of her idols.
She could do it so easily. She’s printed out a faux ba
by ~HallwayOfMirrors
Quitters and Winners(NOTE: just to clear up confusion - regular is Pete, italics are Patrick.)Quitters and Winners
I glanced back at Patrick as Ashlee the ring slipped over my finger. It felt leaden around my calloused bass-playing hand. This was it, I supposed. My final surrender - my admittance of my knowing I was never going to have Patrick. His grey eyes smiled at me. I swept my eyes over the congregation quickly before turning back to my bride. She smiled a wide, girlish grin, and I tried my best to smile back. Everyone was here. Friends, family, bands I had signed. Managers, reporters, makeup artists. The crowd was small, which showed you just how many people act
by ~HallwayOfMirrors
| Music. Is. My. Life. |
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Take This To Your Grave 1Take This To Your Grave Chapter 1- Fame>InfamyTake This To Your Grave 1
It was the worst feeling in the world when the cell doors closed behind Patrick Stump. Entrapment. Confinement. Again. One driving misdemeanour. Based on foolish forgetfulness to renew his Illinois driving licence.
But then came the assault case against him. For attacking an overzealous fan who tried to hurt Pete Wentz. Four months jail time for shielding the closest person to him.
And after that, the charge of selling drugs, whilst he was actually holding Joe Trohman’s stash and made an attempt to give back to him. Joe, high already, had refused his dr
by ~wiggywoo9
Neighbours REQUESTNeighboursNeighbours REQUEST
“I HATE YOU!” “I HATE YOU MORE!” Brendon cringed and covered his head with a pillow, swearing violently. “Shut up, shut up, shut UP!” he whispered angrily. It was the third night and already, Brendon Urie had death threats running through his mind. Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump had been dating for a while, and had taken an apartment together right next to Brendon’s place. But they were like an old marriage couple- arguing all the time then came loud make up kisses and extravagant sex noises. Normally, at ridiculous times of the day, like 3 AM or one in the afternoon, when
by ~wiggywoo9
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I keep telling myself I'm not the desperate type
DistractedDevious Info
- Current Residence: In my mind...
- Interests: Photography, music, going crazy, having fun, swimming, writing.
- Favourite movie: Da Dark Knight
- Favourite band or musician: Anything Decaydance
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative/Rock/Punk/Emo
- Favourite artist: Too many
- Favourite poet or writer: See above!
- Favourite style of art: Abstract
- Operating System: Mac
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Shell of choice: The gas station
- Wallpaper of choice: I like paint better
- Favourite game: FOB Trail
- Favourite cartoon character: Brendon Urie
- Personal Quote: "Heartbreak is the best form of motivation."
- Tools of the Trade: Pen and notebook
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| Writer, photographer, obsessive fangirl extraordinaire. I love music, acting, writing, and photography. They are my life. I'm a nerd at heart, and can easily be called a Fueled By Ramen/Decaydance poster girl - they're my life, my secret identity, and they ground me and bring me through anything. I connect with Pete Wentz more than any other person in the world. "From Under the Cork Tree" is the soundtrack of my life. When you can only tell your worst enemy "I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself", you'll be where I am. I write lyrics, and am totally inspired by Pete Wentz, William Beckett, Gabe Saporta and Brendon Urie. They are my idols and I'm continually in awe of their talents. I hope to one day be as half as good as they are. I write. I photograph. I post it here.  Santi! |
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"Mmm, mmm, mmm, magic hands and a silver tongue. Is there anything you can't do?"
"Awesomesaucetasticalness!"
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Dedicated to my good friend Adam T. Siska.
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"And I have learned
that even landlocked lovers yearn
for the sea like navy men,
'cause now we say goodnight
from our own separate sides,
like brothers on a hotel bed."
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Dedicated to my good friend Adam T. Siska.
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"And I have learned
that even landlocked lovers yearn
for the sea like navy men,
'cause now we say goodnight
from our own separate sides,
like brothers on a hotel bed."
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Dedicated to my good friend Adam T. Siska.
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