#boulevard of broken dreams

[whereifindsanity]

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#boulevard of broken dreams #guitar music #doglife

[low-cool]

#original photographers #photographers on tumblr #original photography #jtmportland #boulevard of broken dreams

[sports-on-sundays]

boulevard of broken dreams / LN4 / Part 3

Summary: Lando x girlfriend!reader - Being a couple doesn't automatically make everything better.

Warnings: stressing, screaming, head ache, censored cursing, use of nickname 'Lan' for 'Lando', crying, me being obsessed with Lando's curls (same old, same old), blood, I think this might be shorter than the other parts

Requested?: No.

Author's Note: Link to part 2, which has a link to part 1.

You slip, and stumble down, your knees and palms being shredded against the slippery surface. You gasp, knowing far, far ahead, your sunshine lies. But you know you can't reach him. The icy fingers wrapping around your ankles, pulling you back down- they're too strong. You gasp a little.

You've fallen over the edge, once again.

You cry out, but your mouth produces no sound. Where is your savior now? Where is your sunshine.

You slam your head on the cold, wet stones. You don't know if the puddle around your head is rain water or blood.

The moment the screaming in your head took over, and doubt clouded your mind was the moment the grip on your heart came back and tugged you back over the edge.

The moment you let them tell you your sunshine isn't real. It's all a feverish figment of your imagination. And if he were there, he would have no love for you.

He would be getting ready to break your heart, just like everyone else.

And you spiraling into the black hole of panic and confusion.

Back here, in this familiar spot, on this familiar road, it's not numb. The pain is screaming, streaming, and terrible. Like getting hit by a heavy, blowing force.

You scream out.

For a second, you wonder why no one answers.

You have been gone from this road too long, apparently.

You forgot that no one is on this road to hear you. Because the reason anyone would ever be here is because someone didn't care. Someone didn't care to keep them away. To save them.

Why?

Why?

You rest your throbbing head on the ground, defeated.

Defeat. You're letting it take you. Hold you, and destroy you. It hurts, but it's not unfamiliar.

You press your head against this road.

Here you are again, on this boulevard, with yet another broken dream.

"Y/n! Y/n! Come on! It's just a nightmare!" Lando is yelling as he intensely shakes your body.

But as you wake up, the shaking just makes you more panicked, and you grip onto his shirt, looking up at him, eyes wild and forehead sweating.

He wraps you in his arms and soothes, rubbing his hand over your hair, "You're okay... It's okay... I'm here."

"But- you weren't-" you gasp.

"Shhh," he pulls you closer, holding you with gentle arms. "You can tell me once you've calmed down more, okay? Right now, just feel me. Just be. I'm here. It's okay. Can you feel my body heat? My heart beating? I'm here. You're okay."

You lean against him, in his arms for a while longer, before you're calmed down enough, and lean away. You say with a shaky breath, "Where- where have you been?"

He blinks in surprise. "Just out on a training trip-." He breaks off kind of suddenly.

"How long has it been?" you breathe. "Alone, here... everything blurs into one, staying here all day... I don't know... I just..." You rub your head, feeling a little dazed.

"Oh, Y/n," he says, pulling you back to him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. So sorry..." But then he asks, softer, "Did my baby miss me?"

You nod slowly. "I thought... I was scared... You just left, and I... Do you ever get tired of me?"

"No!" he exclaims firmly, which makes you flinch. "Y/n, you need something else, though... you need something more than just me to keep you happy."

A pit in your stomach drops. "Is that what this is all about? You keeping me happy?"

"No!" he exclaims once more. "I want you to be happy, but that's not the only reason why I date you, muppet. Obviously. I need you just as much as you need me."

"Then how come you leave? How come I'm always the one crying in your arms? Clearly, I need you more than you need me. And I hate feeling like that."

He frowns. "You would be surprised if you knew how better my life has gotten since you. Now- why don't you come on, and we can have some breakfast?"

You nod slowly, getting up. There are emotions, problems, stirring within you, but you can't talk about them, because you can't lay your finger on what they even are.

And then your questions come. Because Lando is gone a lot, and it doesn't feel right.

You can't shake the feeling that he's avoiding you, and it's terrible.

Because the moment your sunshine leaves, you fall again, into the rain.

Back onto your road.

That boulevard.

He just seems to be keeping secrets. He's hiding things from you. And if anything is important enough to hide from you, that means it's also important enough for you to know.

"You like spending time with me, right?"

"You wouldn't even lie to me? Right?"

"Have you stopped loving me? I'd rather you be honest than not."

"Are you cheating? If you're cheating, just tell me."

"If I'm too much for you, say it. Am I too much for you?"

"Am I too much of a burden?"

And other questions like this. Every time, he assures you of his love and loyalty, but his actions aren't exactly lining up with his words.

And it's crushing you.

Or maybe you're just overly sensitive.

But finally, one day, you're done. You corner Lando and snap, your voice unexpectedly cracking, "I know you're hiding things and if you don't tell me, I can't live with you any longer in this anxiety!"

At this threat, his eyebrows crease together, and he exhales, nodding hesitantly. "Why don't we sit down? I've been thinking over a lot of things."

A lump forms in your throat as you follow him to the couch. "What are you hiding from me?" you demand.

He lets out a shaky sigh, staring down at his fiddling, folding and unfolding hands. "I haven't cheated. Of course I haven't. I love you; of course I do. And I definitely don't want you leaving."

"So? What is it, then? What are you hiding?" You feel some relief to hear him say honestly that he's not cheating.

"My own pain, Y/n," he practically whispers.

You freeze, and immediately feel a tinge of guilt deep down in your chest. "Oh, God, Lando... Lando, what have I been missing? Have I been hurting you? Did something happen? Is it my fault?"

"No!" he suddenly snaps, looking up. "Of course not! And this is why I didn't want to tell you!"

"What is?"

"I didn't want to tell you because I knew it would just stress you out. You're too fragile and perfect and delicate and untouchable and f*cking gorgeous and- and- if I tell you my problems- I just don't want to hurt you. You have enough to stress about. I don't want you to have to worry about me, too, on top of it all."

You stare, open your mouth. Close it. Sigh shakily. "Oh, Lando..." you gasp, wrapping your quivering arms around his body, pulling his body to yours. "Why do you think you're any less fragile than I am?"

"I'm lucky! I was born with practically a silver spoon in my mouth! I could follow my dreams; it was provided for me! I had enough money and resources to chase them. You didn't, and it's not fair, and there's not reason for it. But you've been broken. You have too many f*cking broken dreams and it's not f*cking fair and I wish I could just fix it and make it all better for you because-" he inhales, and you think he might be crying a little as he wraps his arms tightly back around you, burying his eyes in your shoulder, "Because I love you."

You nod slowly, holding tightly back onto him, but whisper, "So because your life has always been good, and you always had more freedom and opportunities than me- that means you aren't allowed to hurt, too?"

"It feels obnoxious for me to complain to you! I had it all given to me! You had nothing!"

"But now I have something. I have you. We have us. And the only way I'm going to have all of you- all your love- is if you talk to me. Don't pretend it's all okay when it's not. You don't need to do everything to make me happy. You've done enough. Ultimately, it's up to me, in the end, and you've just given me a boost up, to make it easier. But you shouldn't feel so responsible of me. I do hurt when you're gone, but that's something I need to work through, because I know you love me, and if you didn't leave sometimes for work, we wouldn't be living in f*cking Monte Carlo right now! Lando, no matter how much of a better hand you were given in life than me- that doesn't mean you're not human like the rest of us."

He nods into you, and now you're sure he's crying. You rock him slightly, pulling him even closer to you, as you run your fingers through his curls and whisper, "Now, let's try this being open with each other. What's been bothering you, Lan?"

He sighs and finally leans away. You wipe a stray tear on his cheek and look deep into his eyes as he murmurs, "I've just been feeling down. My performances should be better, and I know I have so much support, but it doesn't feel like it. I've just been holding in all my emotions and tiredness and anger at myself, and it's getting harder and harder to do that without breaking and showing it."

"Oh, baby," you sigh, pulling him to you again. He sighs, resting his head on your chest, staring out across the room. "Lando, just talk to me. I'm here. If you listen to my struggles, I'm here to listen to yours."

He nods, and his lips move. He speaks softly, and you listen. After your sunshine coming to save you, sometimes when his fire starts to burn out, shouldn't it be your job to give it the extra spark when he needs it?

Consider this repayment, huh?

You smile softly, looking down at him, stroking his soft curls, feeling them through your fingers, as his voice finally silences, and all the words he needed to get out have gotten out.

But he adds three more soft words at the end: "I love you."

"You love me?" you chuckle as he sits up to look at you. "I bet I love you more, after all you do for me."

He smiles softly at you. You don't mind that his eyes are a little red and puffy. He's still as handsome as ever.

Then he gently tugs you onto his lap, and a soft giggle escapes you as he presses his lips into your forehead, before whispering into your skin, "Now, what about you, baby? How was your day?"

You smile, close your eyes, and start speaking, all in the comforting rays of the sun himself shining on your cheeks.

The end.

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[alexstewart]

Green Day ― Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

#Green Day #Boulevard Of Broken Dreams #Typography #Typographyedit #Typo #Typoedit #Lyrics #Lyricsedit #Words #Quote #Quotes #*edits #*

[tessabennet]

Songs that turn 20 this year

Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson / Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day / 1985 - Bowling For Soup / Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows / I'm Not Okay (I Promise) - My Chemical Romance / Somebody Told Me - The Killers / The Reason - Hoobastank / Hollaback Girl - Gwen Stefani / Yeah! - Usher / Lose My Breath - Destiny's Child

#music #kelly clarkson #since u been gone #green day #boulevard of broken dreams #1985 #bowling for soup #accidentally in love #counting crows #i'm not okay (i promise) #my chemical romance #mcr #somebody told me #the killers #the reason #hoobastank #hollaback girl #gwen stefani #yeah! #usher #lose my breath #destiny's child #2004 music

[tomsmusictaste]

Green day were right. I do walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known

#Green day #boulevard of broken dreams

[thissoundsdifferent]

Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Cover by Gregorian

Original by Green Day (2004)

Disclaimer: I do not have any association with the cover artists nor the original artists. None of this work is my own. Please leave likes and comments on the videos and support the original creators.

#Youtube #music #cover #youtube music #music cover #music covers #cool music #cover music #cover artist #cover songs #cover song #song covers #song cover #listen to this #this sounds different #gregorian #boulevard of broken dreams #green day #gregorian chant

[picspammer]

I'm walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind

#I wanted to post an edit on the anniversary of the song but I couldn't make something I liked. so. #boulevard of broken dreams #green day #samuel bayer #billie joe armstrong #american idiot #favourite videos

[blueskyportrait]

Boulevard of Broken Dreams is Asaden coded

#my art #chainsaw man #csm #asa mitaka #denji #denji hayakawa #war devil #yoru #asaden #green day #Boulevard of broken dreams #csm fanart #csm manga

[villemel]

Wonderwall of broken dreams

#My shadow's the only one that walks beside me

They say there are stages of grief, and here I am walking this lonely road, still my protean self. I haven't deleted this: what I said. It's been sat at the back of the queue–these words like those before them–and having lost their currency before seeing the light of day.

You were brave to the end. Maybe you didn't understand or wished to stick your head in the sand like the proverbial ostrich, maybe you needed someone to understand for you and transmit in a way you'd find palatable.

You knew who you were and you could have asked for more, but you didn't. You asked for friendship and eschewed pity and that was what you got. You were so brave to the end; I salute you.

I didn't take it easy on you and only endeavoured to show you the respect you deserved, to be diplomatic and to refrain from encouraging you to walk through the door we, together, opened.

What would I do? Now, the same. Now I sense fresh opportunities to grow and to help others who are strong enough still to understand the nature of our paths through life. If I can help them develop their full natures not all will have been lost, and if I do it for anyone I do it for you.

Thank you again so much, my lovely friend. For wishing to believe everything would be ok, for leaving so much to chance, for only sharing what you wanted to, for working everything to the very end, for opening up at last.

So much is still recent, and I'm striving to make sense of the many loose ends we created: which I can tie off, which I must pursue. Alas, so it goes.

The day after yesterday

Then, yesterday, I turned a key and opened a door where I found not the person you described, at least not in part. What was static was there, a brilliant mind and a troubled life, but what was dynamic not so much as I would like: the confidence and the self-belief.

What did she know that was useful? She knew love is all that matters. Love approaches the energy of which we are made . . . of whom we are made, I should say. It is probablistic, hence prone to absence.

And if it's all that matters, then everything else she knew was merely scaffolding to support the argument when faced by naysayers, of whom the greatest is always a resident of our own minds.

So, yes, I baulked then at this relationship that was kindled and that–oh woe–went up like a house on fire. In less time than we, she and a septuagenarian polymath whose poetry met her standards made her realise what she had in her hands, on her lips, with her tongue and throughout her mind.

Everyone else knew it, but it seems they saw fit to place too fine a stress up on it. So, yes, I baulked when reading how someone might even stray so far as to describe her as a 'mine of useless information', and how she blossomed with genuine praise.

So today is going to be the day I throw it back to you, because back in January, I'd arrived in my in at 'Wonderwall' thanks to this mashup with Greenday. Now it's apt to separate the two, to see how we differed in ways we never appreciated . . . and we did appreciate many ways.

Yes, you were the one the saved me, but, no, the fire in my heart is not out, and although the path that lies ahead of me remains lonely, it is uniquely mine . . .

And all the roads we have to walk are winding

And all the lights that lead us there are blinding

There are many things that I would like to say to you

But I don't know how

#spilled thoughts #writing #life #poets on tumblr #grief #spilled ink #music #oasis #green day #boulevard of broken dreams #wonderwall #julie 2.0 #heloise #rousseau #demi-monde #underworld #orpheus and eurydice #cupid and psyche #Youtube

[the-song-of-the-day]

March 25, 2024

song #46

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams by Hanoi Rocks

It was released in 1984 in their album Two Steps From The Move

Fun fact: "The song is about junk (drugs). Used to take 'em back in the day. It's about the illusions, with which it all starts, but eventually it leads to broken dreams, when you notice where using them has taken you." Reveals Andy McCoy (the lead guitarist) in a 1984 issue of Suosikki

#Artist: Hanoi Rocks #boulevard of broken dreams #hanoi rocks #80s music #80s rock #mod gremlin #The song of the day #glam rock #glam punk #honestly i have no idea #gremlins song

[the-dyke-of-handsomeness]

6 year old me’s views on the boulevard of broken dreams mv:

but he walks alone… why is there three of them?!!

#This was a genuine conversation I had with my dad #Not those words obvs but that’s the main point #Green day #boulevard of broken dreams

[low-cool]

#original photographers #photographers on tumblr #original photography #jtmportland #boulevard of broken dreams

[eggfruitart]

Nobody appreciated this back in the day. It’s fine. I know how hard this fucks.

#2021 #eggfruitart #artists on tumblr #fanfruitart #fan art #the muppets #fozzie bear #the muppets fanart #green day #boulevard of broken dreams #emo fozzie bear #what the fuck is that tag

[this-is-where-i-hide-my-bullshit]

The original Green Day version will always be a classic, but this woman went OFF with this cover! This goes unbelievably hard, and it just WORKS so insanely perfectly! When she hits those power notes it's transcendent!

#green day #boulevard of broken dreams #Youtube

[bionikgeek]

You have my respect until you prove otherwise, and so many people are proving otherwise. So, let’s get angry and go with the Fuck MAGA and the Republican party in general.

I'm still waiting for the Millennial progressive politician who comes blazing in with campaigns heavily featuring Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Black Parade, and Disturbed's Sound of Silence. @lanthir, @aqueerkettleofish​

#millennials in politics #black parade #disturbed's sound of silence #boulevard of broken dreams #time to channel all that trauma into praxis #down with the boomers #fetterman #fuck this guy #millennial's untapped rage #no more mr. nice guy #fuck the gop #gop is dren