mmmtea:

<3

mmmtea:

xsuiteheart:

dontneednoroad:

please tell me what we’ve done.

lol i love his cockiness. i mean whut? O.o

I agree i mean huh O.O

not a wentzy quote but yeah…

boycott-love:

“and like florence nightingale and nurses through history. we fall in love with those were protecting and curing. we dream big and then wake up everyday and hunch over computer screens. and everytime we let our fingers go it amounts to a little more than the worlds smallest violin paying just for you. here i am half asleep between vancouver and salt lake city. can’t remember the last time i had a conversation with you that wasn’t from between the dotted lines of the highway. i don’t want sheep or parrots. i feel like we have a vested interest in each other. it’s love of sorts. you were there in the beginning, you’ve stuck around when everyone else climbed aboard, i hope you’re there when it’s gone. for all the times we’ve come off course, you have always served as a compass. steady. unforgiving. at times hard to find. but you were always there. this probablly isn’t worth your time to read. but as long as you do we’ll keep playing small, secret shows. we’ll keep writing this. we’ll keep ignoring what they say. this is we- everyone- the haters, the newbies, the so, the ckk, ock. a collective [[sigh of relief]]. everyone always asks what’s the cure of growing up? this is it. it’s you. the smiling faces screaming and ‘doging’ security in the front row. the kid that waits outside after the show until their hands are blue just to say hi. don’t ever let me #@#%$ forget it. we don’t deserve this. but now that we got it. we will do our best to keep it like a kiss in the corner of our mouths. for our heads to your speakers, to your ears, to your mouths, to you, your fingers, to us, to our mistakes, to our heads and back. the new songs are coming. what if for one moment we became everyone we dreamed we could be? there is a buzzing from outside of this darkened room. as though if i walked down the hallway past their sleeping faces, red in the warmth of the afternoon. i would walk into the first day of my life. light gleaming off the windshield- like the wizard of oz after the color washes over everything. like i could start all over again- only with the same faces that are imprinted on my heart forever. and my same bed. and dogs. and ex- loves. and friends. save your troubles for another day, they wern’t at the end of the hallway. baby boy, you’re too busy writing tragedy to notice. we’re shaping up to do big things. and you’re nothing special. except.. what if you are? “