The story behind that is Mark read a letter someone sent him as an email, that a kid wrote before he committed suicide to his parents. We kind of got together and wrote this sad, slow song. It came out sadder than we ever thought it would, which is good too. Any song that moves you is good. Some people listen to it and go ‘Wow, that’s a real bum-out of a song.’ But it’s one of those things, a story of a kid not being happy in his life, crossed with us being really lonely on tour. At the end of it there’s a better way out, there are better things to do than kill yourself. Tom Delonge
Tom and Travis always had girlfriends waiting back home, so they had something to look forward to at the end of the tour. But I didn’t, so it was always like, I was lonely on tour, but then I got home and it didn’t matter because there was nothing there for me anyway. Mark Hoppus
“I know people who feel like they’ve wasted years of their lives because of poor choices. They spent years in a relationship that was toxic, years with an addiction, years at a job where they weren’t fulfilled. But you have to realize, nothing you have been through is ever wasted. Your past experiences, good and bad have deposited something on the inside of you. Those challenges have sharpened you to help make you who you are today.”—(via cityandcolourblind)
I want you. Fully clothed in my bed. I want to kiss you all over, I want you biting your lip, wishing my teeth would replace yours although you’re quite content with where my mouth is. I want to slowly undress you, take off every last inch of clothing, jewelry, accessories. Everything. And I want to make you moan, I want to make love to you. I want to please every last part of your being.
“When I was in high school, I was dating this girl and wanted to make her birthday really special. I showed up early to school and went around to every single one of her classes and left a rose with her teachers. Each rose had a note with a little inside joke.”—Dave Franco (via dailydavefranco)
It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.
Why do I hate him you ask? (Nobody asked, but I’ll say it anyway because I’d like to vent)
This fucktard took an cute inside joke my boyfriend and I had and decided to blow it up into this hugeeeee thing. My boyfriend and I joke that I have a crush on his brother. And his best friend heard us joke about it once, and now his best friend will find ANY excuse to bring it up around the brother. It’s not even funny anymore. He’s made it embarrassing.
But, to be nice I invited the best friend to hang out with all of us tonight. And in the group chat he decided he didn’t want to focus on what we were going to plan, just if the brother wanted to pick me up.
I had enough anxiety trying to plan something for a group of people. And this fucktard ruined everything. I gave up and backed out of the plans. I yelled at my boyfriend for having such a child for a best friend.
But, I will NEVER hang out with that fucktard again or invite him to anything.
It’s bad enough that I have to hide my relationship with my boyfriend from everyone. My boyfriend won’t even fucking defend me.