Omg hi, I’ve missed tumblr like all weekend, how’re you guys doing? Lol why am I asking noone’s going to answer :’)
Yeah I saw the Lion King in the cinema in 3D today and to be fair, it was fucking awesome.
So yeah just thought I’d share that with you, now I may go read some Throam :}
..like seriously, I’m don’t know how to end my day..?
No gaysex before bed? Sadtimes.
And what makes it worse is that I’ve already had a shitty day, Throam is one of the things that usually cheers me up.
Oh sadtimes indeed.
Oh well, must be patient.
That would’ve been hot.
“Brendon and Dallon had chemistry, though.” Sisky seems more confused the more he reflects the interaction between Brendon and his bandmates.
Straight guys are so fucking cute.
I may not’ve been there from the start.
Or even there for the split.
But I still love the band none the less.
So yes I will be sad.
Though I shall be rejoicing in the fact that Throam is 2 years old.
And that Panic! is still around today bringing us endless joy.
And I will be praying for those of you who will be slight emotional wrecks tomorrow.
So yeah my 500th post.
Just sitting here reading the End of Vol.2 – II, when I glance at my phone and realise it’s June 6th.
I don’t want to divulge much into the meaning behind this date as people follow me who know the person it’s about. - I’ve already said to much.
But as I read the heartwrenching words of Chapter 8, I felt the sudden realisation that it would’ve been a year ago today. - You can may have guessed what this is about now but still.
I’m not really sad. Just mixed emotions I really, partially due to the content of this particular chapter that had water welling above my bottom eyelid.
And I laugh because that is the funniest, most hilarious thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
My sentiments exactly.
“I meant what I –” My throat closes off. Suddenly, the memory makes me feel humiliated. I don’t know what I was thinking. God, what was I thinking? “I meant what I said. In Bismarck. It’s taken me all this time to realise you’re pretending it never even happened. Fuck, that’s… that’s just great,” I laugh, my voice breaking. My chest feels hollow, and I hang my head in shame of myself. He probably wishes that I had kept my mouth shut, blurting out something so stupid. “Enjoy your space.”
Outside, the spring sun shines bright. I stand on my own two feet and try to remember who the hell I am without him.
The first time I’ve genuinely felt like crying.
Brendon laughs at something Jon says. I can’t take my eyes off of him. My heart keeps beating heavy and hard, and it’s not the alcohol because I’d need to drink for five more hours to get properly drunk. It’s just the way my heart always is now. Brendon. He’s it.
I have so much love for this book.
I let my finger slide to his jaw, and my hand settles on the side of his neck. “I love you.”
As I read it, it genuinely took me by suprise