I want so badly to tell her it's going to be all right, that I'll leave the band and forget this silly crusade. I want to tell her that I am ready to settle for this life, that she is all I will ever need in the world, and that we'll never be apart. I want to tell her that I will protect her forever. But none of that would be the truth. So I don't say anything at all.
I could write it better than you ever felt it.
Life is a deep and contemplative story stuck on repeat. Love, loss, self-destruction, self-discovery.
Just a tiny red sliver remains in the battery icon. I wish humans came with the same kind of indicator. It would make things much easier. You would know how to deal with every person on the planet, and I'd always be in the red.
If you aren't just a little depressed, then you aren't paying very much attention to what's going on in the world.
The worst part of acting like a jerk isn't when you're doing it. Its when you realize you were.
We're sick of hearing people say, "That band is so gay," or "Those guys are fags." Gay is not a synonym for shitty. If you wanna say something's shitty, say it's shitty. Stop being such homophobic assholes.
The person you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger.
I love these dudes, but I don't know what they're doing with all that facial hair these days.
But our love isn't easy because it's not meant to be. It requires work and sacrifice and protection. And I wouldn't want it any other way, not right now, with the morning sun making the curtains glow and Her arms around my neck and the sounds of the street so far away. I'm in it for the long haul, I'm not going away.