Courtney I 18 I US
Multi-Fandom Mess
Sitcom Fanatic
Spider-man ruined my life
Gwen Stacy means everything to me

Wilfred S4 and waiting for Brooklyn99
The Night Gwen Stacy Died by Sarah Brunei & Doctor Sleep by Stephen King
I saw TASM2 & I don't know what to do anymore'

billeipiper inquired: why must you reblog heartbreaking tasm stuff it's breaking my heart

i don’t even know it’s like i’m broken and so i just keep reblogging things i don’t get it either 

dehaanss inquired: ♪ c:

This is Gospel, Panic! at the Disco (it’s not shocking this came up, it’s on my ipod three times oops)

Favorite lyrics are under the cut

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hannifrones inquired:

Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen (do you know how hard it is to pick ONE line from this song wow) :

Too late, my time has come,
Sent shivers down my spine,
Body’s aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, I’ve got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.

Mama, ooh (anyway the wind blows),
I don’t wanna die,
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all.

pianosexual inquired:

the River, Imagine Dragons, 
When doubts begin to rise
And the world is at your feet
You gotta get up

potter-disney-oncer inquired:

Rolling in the Deep, Adele:
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling

No more please!

peterrcapaldi inquired: ♪♪

The Story of Us, Taylor Swift:
The battle’s in your hands now,
But I would lay my armor down
If you said you’d rather love than fight.

no more please! 

caapaldi inquired:

Buzzcut Season, Lorde:
The men up on the news
They try to tell us all that we will lose
But it’s so easy in this blue
Where everything is good

chickentits24601 inquired:

Miss Jackson, Panic! at the Disco:
A pretty picture but the scenery is so loud,
A face like heaven catching lighting in your nightgown,

gwendolynparkers inquired: 🎶

(oh lord help me) Gone, Gone, Gone, Phillip Phiilps:
You’re my back bone.
You’re my cornerstone.
You’re my crutch when my legs stop moving.

mmichaelscott inquired:

Flaws, Bastille:
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground

inappropiateadult inquired:

Home, Michael Buble:
nd I’m surrounded by 
A million people I 
Still feel alone 
And let me go home 
Oh, I miss you, you know