THE WORST FEELING EVER IS WHEN YOURE SO ENTHUSIASTIC TELLING SOMEONE SOMETHING AND YOU CAN JUST PHYSICALLY FEEL THEM NOT CARING AT ALL SO YOU TRY HARDER BUT YOU JUST CANNOT GRASP THEIR ATTENTION SO YOU SLOWLY FADE OUT AND LET THEM GO BACK TO DOING WHAT THEY DO AND YOU WANT TO APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING TIME OUT OF THEIR DAY TO TELL THEM SOMETHING YOU’RE HAPPY ABOUT
You know why i love concerts? As soon as I’m on my way to the concert, every worry escapes my mind. When I’m in line, I’m the happiest person, socializing. And when I’m being squished by people in the crowd even though i don’t like people close to me, i don’t care. I’ll talk to anyone, let go and get bruised, i don’t care.
I love how so many people can relate to this. That concerts mean more than just the music.
i want to experience luke at 3am because he’d have that sleepy gruff voice and he’d tell you all his close secrets and he’d be touching you softly and kissing you on your forehead and he’d say I love you for the first time just before you both fall asleep and 3am luke would be the best luke
by Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via paintdeath)
by William Chapman (via mrsclarkkent)