myboyfriendsadrummer:

I have so much respect for people that can write songs. Like, how did you know that melody with those lyrics and that guitar riff would be so catchy? Song writers are so smart. Serious respect for song writers. 

xld:

I need a hug or 6 shots of vodka

jagkx:

Out of all the concerts i’ve been too, All Time Low is probably the most energetic. You’re either dancing, shouting your favorite lyrics at the tops of your lungs, jumping to the beat of the song, or laughing at the jokes they tell. When you go you don’t think about anything, not about work the next day, not the trouble you’ll get into later, you don’t think about anything, but those four boys on that stage creating music that you enjoy. That just means a lot to me.


We Day (Apr. 9th, 2014) 

I AM REALLY UPSET BECAUSE NOBODY IS KISSING ME OR GOING OUT WITH ME OR CRUSHING ON ME EVERYONE ELSE HAS A PERSON WHERE IS MY PERSON WHY DONT I GET A FRICKIN PERSON

(Source: grates)

alenka-sp:

*freaking out*

At first, I had trouble dating a girl who was recovering from an eating disorder. I couldn’t get by the fact that I may not ever be able to treat her to a nice dinner because she simply could not go out. I hated sitting by and watching her as she ignored the compliments I gave her and constantly commented on how she wished to look like “that girl”, or “her over there”. And it used to bother me that there were so many things she just couldn’t eat.
Then I realized that eating out wasn’t important in a relationship like ours. What was important was our meals together at home, and how I knew exactly what to make her every night. How we sat together at the beginning of each week and spent at most an hour at a time planning the meals we would share. How appreciative she looked when I refused to sit in silence at the table to keep her from focusing on the calories that entered her body.
I almost enjoyed that I knew exactly what she couldn’t eat, and I soon got past the fact that we might not ever be able to order pizza from domino’s on a Friday night while we watched Harry Potter in the living room. All I cared about eventually was helping her, and that was what a relationship should be like.
I loved her so much that I could stand the nights where she stood in front of the mirror and cried, and it would tear my heart to pieces when she would ask me why I could ever love someone that looked like her. I would hold her, I wouldn’t tell her she was beautiful more than once or twice, and that was all. I trusted her and she I enough that we could sit together every night and she could tell me whether or not she had thrown up her lunch, even if I already knew because I was so scared that I watched her after every meal. Even if I knew, though, I never stopped her, because they were her battles, and I knew that no matter how much it hurt, me fighting them for her wouldn’t help.
Soon enough though, I saw that she became more confident. Her trips to the restroom following meals became fewer until I could relax, knowing that there was a good chance she was safe. There were less times when she looked at the mirror and pinched fat that was actually only skin. Finally, she asked me to take her out for dinner. Finally, we ordered domino’s on a Friday night and watched Harry Potter.
And that, that’s what love is.

Anonymous (via generati0n-hate)

(Source: tragicalities)

cr0wz:

Just want a relationship where we can go to each others houses every night and just cuddle, and play fight, and eat pizza, and tease each other, and watch anime and horror movies together, and then have really rough sex. And just be completely comfortable around each other, like we don’t have to care what we look like, we don’t even have to make effort. I just want that every night. uGH.

sorta wanna die sorta wanna kiss you sorta wanna get my shit together sorta wanna lose twenty pounds in a month??

(Source: punkleaf)

ameliacarina:

how do you say ‘please talk to me more i crave your company’ to someone without sounding like a creep