i don't even know what to say anymore.

i had the night of my life last night.

"i would do alex gaskarth, and by the sounds of it, he'd do anything that moves. score!"

i got elbowed in the face.
sat on in a mosh pit.
crowd surfed.
and cried.
and not from the pain.
well,
i had my own, as well as other peoples blood on my face.
i was covered in water,
as well as beer and other peoples sweat & piss.
and i was sat in seating, after someone fractured their foot and i managed to split my lip, with tears streaming down my face.
it started,
i saw you.
oblivious.
having the night of your life.
and so they sang.
and so i cried.
and so everyone around me jumped and sang.
oblivious.
i waited until it was over,
and wiped the blood off my face.
stood up,
and fucking sang my voice out.

still covered in sweat.
still covered in piss.
still covered in beer.
but alive.
so mother-fucking alive.

you haven't lived until you've done that.

i'm speechless.
goddamn speechless.

btw, remembering sunday is the most beautiful song ever when played live.

just alex gaskarth,
a chair,
a guitar,
and a microphone stand.
fuck yes?

the blackout were insane.
i remember the scared looks on some little girls faces as we screamed
"WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT.
WE ARE THE CHILDREN."
at sean smith.
aaahhh, sean smith <3
SEXYYYY welshman. xD





i would.
you know you would.

i will leave with the pictures of those two stunning men.
jizz.

song of my day:
break your little heart - all time low
"you were fake, i was great, nothing personal..."