I fucking love Brendon Urie, BUT I get hella awkward when people are like
"Where are the other members? I thought it was a band."
And I just sit there laughing because what am I really supposed to say to them?
Moving past that point, I have quiet a few songs that I love:
1. Girls, Girls, Boys
2. House of Memories
3. The Greatest Showman
4. Death Of A Bachelor
I love those songs so much BUT
*Takes Deep Breath*
HIGH HOPES WASN'T IT HONEY.
Listen, It was a good song and all, but overall, the song was too happy for my depressed dark ass self. I mean, I do scream when it comes on the radio when Im in the car, causing me to almost get into a car accident.
But like, who gives two shits about my health. Not I.
Next point,
People are always like "Brendon is satan himself" and "Praise the forehead" and that shit- BUT HAVE Y'ALL EVER THOUGHT ABOUT PRAISE THE TEETH. Okay listen, I know, it's weird to praise Brendon's teeth BUT THEY ARE SO FUCKIG GAHHHH-
Next point,
Ryan Ross X Brendon Urie. They have already excepted the fact that it is true and it's happening so let's just have the wedding already. This time we will close the g*ddamn door.
Final point,
I entered the Panic fandom about 4-ish years ago and got hooked onto Brendon's charm about 3 years ago. So I get mad when people are like
"DO YOU EVEN LISTEN TO PANIC AT THE DISCO OR DO YOU PRETEND TO?"
Bitch, do you breath or do you just pretend to? DONT FUCK WITH ME WHEN IT COMES TO PANIC, BITCH.
Thanks for reading. Ily.
