Dooooo the bad thing. Take off your Death Ramps ring.

Dooooo the bad thing. Take off your Death Ramps ring.

If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers Can’t you sense she was never meant to fill column inches
There’s a circle of witches, ambitiously vicious they are And our attempts to remind them of reason won’t get us that far I don’t know what it is that they want I don’t know what it is that they want But I haven’t got it to give She hasn’t got it to give

If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers
Can’t you sense she was never meant to fill column inches

There’s a circle of witches, ambitiously vicious they are
And our attempts to remind them of reason won’t get us that far
I don’t know what it is that they want
I don’t know what it is that they want
But I haven’t got it to give
She hasn’t got it to give

I know I said he wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up, but Dorothy was right though
(Anyone recognizes the skyline?)

I know I said he wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up, but
Dorothy was right though

(Anyone recognizes the skyline?)

Would a kiss be too much to ask?
Apparently, yes.

Would a kiss be too much to ask?

Apparently, yes.

arcticmonkeysus:

monkeyfromouterspace:

I’m going back to 505If it’s a seven hour flight or a 45 minute driveIn my imagination you’re waiting lying on your sideWith your hands between your thighs

KAI:
That’s the Blonde-O-Sonic girl, isn’t it?

BLAKE:
Yeah! But it’s 2007 there, so she’s 4 years younger, obviously… :)

arcticmonkeysus:

monkeyfromouterspace:

I’m going back to 505
If it’s a seven hour flight or a 45 minute drive
In my imagination you’re waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs

KAI:

That’s the Blonde-O-Sonic girl, isn’t it?

BLAKE:

Yeah! But it’s 2007 there, so she’s 4 years younger, obviously… :)

I’m going back to 505If it’s a seven hour flight or a 45 minute driveIn my imagination you’re waiting lying on your sideWith your hands between your thighs

I’m going back to 505
If it’s a seven hour flight or a 45 minute drive
In my imagination you’re waiting lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs

With a smile in his pocket And a scowl on his face He had nowhere to flee So sat content in the nettles

With a smile in his pocket
And a scowl on his face
He had nowhere to flee
So sat content in the nettles

Space Monkey - top marks for not trying.
self portrait ftw

Space Monkey - top marks for not trying.

self portrait ftw