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Alexxxxxxx <3
UNF.
sex, can we.. have it?
please take me on Warped Tour or later this spring. PLEASE.
When i met him… i couldn’t form words
every time I see them live I want to die over him because he’s so damn attractive
I’M SO STUPID. When I met him I rejected his fucking PROPOSAL. Oh, fuck me.
there is an empty glass on the table next to me
i played soccer in gym today
i ate a jam sandwich earlier
i have an itchy arm
i need to get a drink
My hair is frizzy.
my feet are freezing but i’m too lazy to shift the blanket down to cover them up
I have very cold feet because I went for a walk in the snow.
My life.
John Mayer - Slow Dancing In A Burning Room
Such an amazing song.
I’m not pretty. I’m not smart. I’m not interesting. I’m not funny. I have absolutely nothing going for me.
This is why I’m not in a relationship. Great.
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that when you’re at a show, you literally forget everything? While you’re there, nothing fucking matters in the world except for you, the band, and the people with you, and sometimes not even then. It’s like therapy for broken souls and broken hearts, broken people. Hearing the songs live is so much different from hearing them through your speakers. You can see the emotion on the singer’s face, feel the drum beats and basslines thundering through your body. The entire room moves, sometimes as one and sometimes as hundreds of different people. It’s an escape from reality, because sometimes reality sucks so much that the only place to get away from it is to go to a dark room with hundreds of other people that you don’t think you know… but really, who you probably have a lot more in common with than you think. So you sit through the first few bands. Maybe you know them, maybe you don’t. But then it’s time for the headliner, and you can feel the anticipation teeming in the room. Your heart beats faster, you can just feel it coming. It’s like the calm before the storm, because when the band walks onto the stage, you can just lose it. And headlining bands almost always have an epic way of walking onto the stage. Sometimes it’s the drummer first, drumming beats that hit straight to your core, and other times, they file out one by one, to increasing screams from the crowd. But when that first note is sung from the first song they play, everything slips your mind. It’s just you, the band, and everyone there with you, there for the same reason—release. A release from stress. From worry. From pain. From crying. From all that shit in your life, you escape from it. You scream the words at the top of your lungs like it’s all you’ve got left to hold onto. It’s the best feeling in the world, especially if it’s something you desperately need.
This gave me the most intense chills. 100% true.
Listening to Bright Eyes and thinking about what I want before this is over.
It goes so quickly.
I’m waiting for it, for some hint of how long I have left. I’m not sure how I want this to play out, and that scares me.
a group that says east high school is better than west high school. (i got to west).
and this casey kid, he needs to SHUT THE FUCK UP.
i hate him so much.
he made out with a seventh grader and sits next to me in algebra.
he is so fucking stupid. and i just want to kill him.
he is the perfect example of my generation as a downfall.
I JUST CANT STAND HIM.
he is the poster child of douches everywhere.
oh my god.
hate him so. fucking. much.
I agree with you. I cannot stand him.
