I like to read because books let me live in a different place.
music consumes my life. and i like it
bands I love: Pierce the Veil, Crown the Empire, Of Mice and Men, Sleeping with Sirens, Bring Me The Horizon, My Chemical Romance,
Mayday Parade, Falling in Reverse, Disturbed, Papa Roach, the Offspring, Fall Out Boy, Greenday, Metallica, Muse, Of Monsters and Men, and others.
"The wind is rushing after us, and the clouds are flying after us, and the moon is plunging after us, and the whole wild night is in pursuit of us; but, so far we are pursued by nothing else." -Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
Lovely "I was many lovely things," she sighed, an ache of pure melancholy stirring in her. "An autumn leaf, red and drifting in the wind. A book, to be aged, but never lose its scent. A lone wolf, beautiful and independent." There was a pause then as she laid on the ground and closed her eyes, pushing out streams of glistening sad. "Now, of all things, I'm human." Yet the way she said human didn't sound that way. It held the falling despair of a leaf, the sear of a ripped page, the haunting cry of a wolf. The word hung in the air then, as if a fog caught it and held it there to torture her. And it did. It tortured her ever so much. There she laid all throughout the night, even as the snow began to hallow the hell she found herself in, making it beautiful, though she refused to look to see it. The trees bent, as if to bow to her, under the snowfall and grew new limbs of ice that hung dangerously over her. She need not worry of the cold, for a blanket of white covered her under which she lay fast asleep, sadness frozen to her lovely blue cheeks.
Me: Can I have your babies? Josh Hutcherson:...What? Me: Can I have your autograph? Josh Hutcherson: Oh, I thought you said something else Me: What'd you think I said? Josh Hutcherson: Can I have your babies. Me: Hell yeah lets get to it.