Silence Is Suicide

Desperate to live
Addicted to music
In love with life
In love with her
Calculating
Searching for a voice
Crying out:
This life is mine!

adamdamnlazzara:

so, we just hurry up only to wait,
and add to the list of all the places we hate.
and i pretend like i’ve got something to say,
but i’ve got nothing.

such a good album.

(Source: sexxxxting)

justyouraveragewallflower:

Brand New - Guernica

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thecolorabi:

stay-hxc:

This song runs right through my veins. I can feel it everytime I hear it

Brand New - The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows

Makes me teary, and makes me remember.

Every time I listen to this song on my iPod, Jesse’s torn up face appears in my mind. It haunts me at night when listening to Brand New.

(via thecolorabigail-deactivated2012)

Brand New - Secondary

Past the point of trying, I’m a dying breed
Thank her for reminding me of all the things I’ve done completely wrong
 

One of my favorite tracks off of Your Favorite Weapon.

(Source: betseypru, via andnoitwasntjustwords)

recklessalexa:

There’s No ‘I’ In Team | Taking Back Sunday

This song live was an incredible experience.

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suspendedlikespirits:

andyouwontknoww:

Not The Sun | Brand New

I love screaming “you are not the suuuuuuuuuun!” while listening to this

jagshemash:

You Won’t Know
by Brand New
from The Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me

(Source: ironfisticuffs, via charmingcadaver-deactivated2012)

blue-sky-noise:

The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows - Brand New

I contemplate the day we wed
Your friends are boring me to death
Your veil is ruined in the rain
By then it’s you I can do without
There’s nothing new to talk about
And though our kids are blessed
Their parents let them shoulder all the blame

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boyswithfangs:

“Well take me, take me back to your bed. I love you so much that it hurts my head. Say I don’t mind you under my skin, I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. When we were made, we were set apart, life is a test and I get bad marks. Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins, the storm is coming, the storm is coming in.”

(Source: ohmydanielle, via absolutely-indefinite)