in the green day fandom we don’t say i love you. we say ‘i wanna be your dominated love slave.’ i think thats hauntingly beautiful.
that moment in a concert where all the instruments stop and its just the singer and everyone around you and you don’t know like ninety percent of the people in the room but you all know the lyrics and you all know what that band has done for you and oh my god you realise that you’re surrounded by people you don’t know but you share at least one interest with each other and you feel like a family yeah you know that moment i live for that moment
The reality is you’re not safe.
Even on your own street, no matter how good your neighbourhood, in your own home, in your fucking sweatpants, in broad daylight, on a date, with someone you know, with someone you love, you’re never safe.
It’s terrifying, it makes my…
Monty Python does it again. 1983, folks. 1983.
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Someone commented on one of my covers saying I “should go on the Voice or Britain’s Got Talent or even the X Factor” and my heart saaaaannnk
Like, I get that it was intended as a compliment, but it just showed a really misguided perspective of the conventional means for achieving success and that’s… actually kind of worrying to think about?
May 5th. My heart is like a bomb. She knows I’m full of shit, but she thinks I’m cute.
Or is it the opposite?
She’s taking me to a show tonight. Band’ll probably suck, but I’ll be with her. Is this just lust, or could it be the dawning?
