Jesus Christ // Brand New

"Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again, so what did you do those three days you were dead? ‘Cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend. Well, Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die, I’m a little bit scared of what comes after. Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling? Do I divide and fall apart? ‘Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark, and the ship went down in sight of land, and at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?"


"do you live under a rock?"

yeah, a punk rock

"Do you believe you’re missin’ out
That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night’s hard to get through"

Brand New // Jesus Christ (via tellmewhatmyfistskeepwriting)

I need to follow more blogs!


So if you post tattoos, nature or any out of these bands, then reblog and I’ll check out your blog :)

  • Bring Me The Horizon          
  • Issues                  
  • Counterparts                
  • Brand New
  • All Time Low                       
  • La Dispute           
  • Parkway Drive              
  • We Came As Romans
  • Of Mice and Men                 
  • Beartooth           
  • The World Alive                   
  • Architects            
  • The Amity Affliction              
  • You Me At Six                      
  • Tonight Alive        
  • Pierce The Veil                     
  • Sleeping With Sirens            
  • The Devil Wears Prada
  • Northlane                            
  • The Story So Far                 
  • Neck Deep                         
  • A Day To Remember
  • Sworn In

(there are probably more bands I forgot to mention)

"This is where the mountains crumbled
for the first time.
This is where we found a pile of rocks
and pretended we knew something about rebuilding.
Are you still sorry about any of it?
Let’s forget about the candles we left on all night.
Let’s forget about all those clouds we ran from.
Baby, the storm was us the whole time,
and you have to promise to tell me when the
monsters stop showing up here.
I can’t remember the last time I was destroyed,
but I have a feeling it was all in my head.
Maybe these poems were never about how many
people got their hands on my heart,
but whose blood was on my own fingertips.
I don’t know what the war tasted like,
but I remember the graveyard after.
If I survived before, it wasn’t the right way.
If I survived before,
it means I can do it again differently.
Do these pieces of wood everywhere
means someone is building is something or
someone is destroying something?
Maybe the important thing is that it doesn’t matter.
Maybe the important thing is that it is our choice
what to make of it."

Y.Z, the reminders we never had (via rustyvoices)

(Source: psych-facts)