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KASJHDSHGDKJHfwalskd gfmakfsdläj THE SOOOOOOOUNDS! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

"Ryan -guitar\vocals
favorite bands

* blink
* new found glory
* nofx
* simple plan
* the starting line
* homegrown
* not by choice
* aging process
* mxpx
* mest "

SIMPLE PLAN, 16-YEAR OLD RYAN ROSS, SERIOUSLY? YOU LISTED SP AND MEST AND TSL AS YOUR FAVE BANDS WHEN YOU WERE 16? HEY, DID I MENTION I LOVE YOU? \o/

MY MOMMY IS HOMEEEEEE <3

...lol I was cutting the price tag from my new tote bags and totally cut myself in the finger instead. LOL OMG I FAIL. :DDDDDDD

omg i am loving this single cover with an unabridged passion. MY ENDLESS LOVE FOR TURQUOISE!PETE, PURPLENERD!PATRICK, ANGELICINNEON!ANDY AND THROHMANGOESBLUEPALESTINIAN!JOE, LET ME SHOW YOU IT.

omg i want fic about this cover. \o/

LMAO PETE WENTZ LOVES 'WICKED', THE MUSICAL! \o/

my love for these boys is growing - tripling itself, in fact - by the second. IAASDSGDFJGSDJKGBFKSDHBGJS, OKAY, OMG BOYYYYYYYYYS.

HEADFIRST SLIDE INTO COOPERSTOWN ON A BAD BET > STILL MY HEAAAAAAAART

holy shit fall out boy i love you i love you i love you all over again, even more than i used to before if that is possible.

headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet?

yeah. yeah, okay, holy shit. this is me being stunned speechless.

holy shiiiiiiit.

LOL WTF i totally got assaulted in my bus. in the bus, what the hell! like, okay, if someone wants to come and preach to me about saving my immortal soul from the eternal fires in hell when I'm walking in town, then be my guest. but plonking down beside me and invading my personal space (ahaha who am I to talk I always invade people's personal spaces :DD /loser) when I'm READING A BOOK and LISTENING TO MY iPOD = NOT COMMUNICATING WITH PEOPLE? and right then starting to tell me that rock music will damn me to the deepest ends of hell and reading the Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy is an offence against God and he loves me and wants to save me and shit? NOT. COOL. not cool at all.

omg dnw. /o\

...I finish work with Noak at 22.20 tomorrow. On a Monday, at 22.20. I work for 5½ hours, with a 1-year old, and I get off at almost half past 10. And also? Guess _where_ I work tomorrow?

In SUOMENLINNA. I'll have to take the ferry from there and then the tram and them the bus and sweet jesus, I'll be home sometime after midnight, oh my god.

I seriously think I'm going to cry.

Exactly one year ago, Friday the 5th of October, we spent almost five hours hanging out in a dodgy McDonald's, discussing everything from schools to gay porn (yeah, what?) to weird songs named Transylvania and bands possibly very gay for each other, and somewhere, at some random moment in the midst of all that, we became friends and yeah, okay, so I love you kind of a ridiculous lot, okay? Tbh, I don't even know how to say it, so. I won't? I'll let a very wise musical group called the Rembrandts do it instead;

someone to face the day with
make it through all the rest with
someone i'll always laugh with
even at my worst i'm best with you.

SO THERE, KID. ILY. ♥♥♥