“Never underestimate a girl’s love for her favorite band. Never think even for a minute, that she won’t defend them to her death. Because it’s not just the music that makes that band her favorite. It’s the guys, the gals. It’s the fans. People whom of which she has interacted with thanks to the band. That band might of saved her life, or just made her smile everyday. That band has never broke her heart and has yet to leave her. No wonder she finds such joy in her music.”
― Alex Gaskarth”—(via tattoosandwonderland)
I always thought this was genius. And very fitting towards some things I've experienced.
It isn’t that he’s using you, its that tomorrow you won’t exist, until the next time he comes full circle to a city near you, billboards flashing - posters posted, sickeningly honest, brutally blunt, but refreshing, all the same. A familiar face, Guest-list plus one, bring a friend and let the auction begin, Welcome to the lions den. Just think, if nothing were to transpire, you’ll both go on wondering what it could have been like, to hold your very own ammunition, and for a night, fire rounds at the stars, with no fear of restless retaliation. Simple redemption, Sweet, lust-less, redemption, because you’ve been through it all before, you know what to expect, so does he, there are no lines left to cross, no buttons previously left buttoned, so a simple kiss won’t hurt anybody, will it? After all, he lives to revisit familiar lips, unbridled affection, exhilaration, and you show up, Again, and again, and again, fuel to the fire, another notch on temptation’s prison wall. -Alex Gaskarth