We are symbolic. We are driving to the edge of the city and talking in vague-yet-resolute certainties about our dreams and our futures. We are leaving certain things in the medicine cabinet. We are falling in love.
Being surrounded by six Brendons is so not fun.
Our brains may lie to us, but our hearts never do.
I'm a bit of a tease. I'd make out with a lot of people but not go beyond that.
And I could write it better than you ever felt it.
We’re sick of hearing people say, “That band is so gay,” or “Those guys are fags.” Gay is not a synonym for shitty. If you wanna say something’s shitty, say it’s shitty. Stop being such homophobic assholes.