"When I think I’m really on my own, and no one loves me, art comes along and says I love you, I’ll look after you. I like it when it picks me up so I don’t feel on my own."
#this shiz is long
#all american rejects
Today was flippin awesome! I met the All American Rejects and fell in love with the lead singer Tyson. He told me I was pretty :3 AHH! I laughed, I cried, I screamed like a fangirl. That concert was epic!
That band has been with my since I was 8 years old. I remember sitting in a Hard Rock Cafe and their video for “Swing Swing” came on and I fell in love with their music. I remember crying to “Paper Heart” in my room in the 6th grade when I got my first heart break. Then came Stab My Back, Move Along, Why Worry, and now Heartbeat Slowing Down. UGH. I have so many feelings right. I. Can’t. Even. (I actually used that phrase!)
Tonight was so epic. The way Tyson moved his hips and sang…I melted. It was an amazing concert. I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to get off this high. This was one of the best nights of my life. It was all about the music. Now I want to stay up and write music.
Fudge monkeys on a roller coaster! I can’t stop smiling.
Tonight’s one of the those rare nights.
Where I actually believe everything could be okay, you know?
#i love it
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing…, the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications. As the Beatles once said” all I want to do is hold your hand .”