Posts tagged ryan ross.

(via three-cheers-for-sweet-rache-de)

AHHHHH THROAAMAMAM

I’M SO HAPPY BUT SO SAD

I MEAN COME ON WE DIDN’T EVEN GET AN ENDING KISS

ANNA

BUT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I’M SO HAAAAPPPPPPYYYYYY

When brendon was confessing everything in the bus I was picturing their life together as a couple in Maine and sadflkajsdflaksjfdlkja

oh man oh man 

i DON’T KNOW WAHT TO SAY

wednesday

wednesday

wednesday

I’ll make a huge thing then 

BUT I CAN’T WAIT OMG

Brendon sits on one of the chairs, having pulled his feet up. He’s not trying to sleep, though. He’s got a suitcase, a guitar hard case and a backpack, his hair is mussed, he’s got black shadows under his eyes, and he hasn’t shaved in three days, and he’s curling up in his winter coat, and he keeps looking my way, smiling when there’s nothing to smile about.
And I wait for my luggage to be found, smoking as I wait, and I smile back at him, and that makes him smile wider, which makes me smile wider, and when we break into grins, we break eye contact, look away and start again a minute later.

lkjLJFLKFJDSALKFJDSALKFJAS I WANT TO CRY I’M SO HAPPY

ryan are you fucking kidding mE?

SERIOUSLY? OKAY, I get where the hell you’re coming from - you’re trying to protect your relationship with him from failing miserably again BUT WALKING OUT AFTER HAVING THE BEST SEX OF YOUR GOD DAMN LIFE WAS NOT THE BEST THING TO DO. YOU’RE SUCH AN IDIOT SOMETIMES RYAN IT PISSES ME OFF SO MUCH

I HOPE HE DOESN’T GET MAD AT YOU 

YOU BETTER TALK TO HIM YOU DUMB ASS

I hate frosting

I HATE MYSELF I’M MAKING RYAN AND SPENCERS CAKE BUT I FORGOT TO BUTTER THE PAN BEFORE I POURED THE CAKE MIX IN OMG I’M SO ANGRY 

Happy birthday Ryan, I love you more than words will allow me to explain, thank you for everything you’ve done that’s affected my life and thank you for being so damn HAWT.
I’m fucking starving right now. I was supposed to bake your cake last night, but well, no power so I couldn’t but when the electricity goes back on I will get on that. You’re my favorite, yadda yadda, you suck right now though, don’t cut your hair, start putting out music again, five years till you’re 30, PEACE HOMIE XO LUV YA