We are dreamers. We worship love, we hope against hope and toss practicality out the window.

Being surrounded by six Brendons is so not fun.

I want so badly to tell Her it’s going to be all right, that I’ll leave the band and forget this silly crusade. I want to tell Her that I am ready to settle for this life, that she is all I will ever need in the world, and that we’ll never be apart. I want to tell Her that I will protect Her forever. But none of that would be the truth. So I don’t say anything at all.

Underwear. It's like a god damned leash. It also constantly reminds me of how funny I look naked.

The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.

They finally pushed me out, It's cool though cos I hae a dog.

But our love isn’t easy because it’s not meant to be. It requires work and sacrifice and protection. And I wouldn’t want it any other way, not right now, with the morning sun making the curtains glow and Her arms around my neck and the sounds of the street so far away. I’m in it for the long haul, I’m not going away.