Jam my way outta this one.
I’m usually pretty good at winging it but I see no easy way out this time.
Sigh

Going on two years ago, I met a girl.

We fell in love, but never spoke of it.

It was always at the front of our minds, and always on the tip of our tongues.

But we never spoke of it.

Last week I kissed her, and since then we haven’t been able to stay away from each other, In the most respectful of ways.

I feel complete and weightless around her.

I’m exited of the times to come.

But I can say a thing or two.

joepage:

Day 3: lunch

Black Peppered Chicken breast with new potatoes and salad. Light french dressing on the salad. BOOM!

Awesome man!

I once knew a girl

In the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer
All beauty and truth
In the morning I fled
Left a note and it read
Someday you will be loved.

I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
As the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved

You’ll be loved you’ll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved

You may feel alone when you’re falling asleep
And everytime tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you’ve yet to meet
Someday you will be loved

You’ll be loved you’ll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved

You’ll be loved you’ll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
Someday you will be loved

I’m gonna stay secret for a while.

See if anyone guesses.

I know you though.

Mwahahaha 

How can I get them?

I’m a bit of a tumblr tourist. 

Quality album.

One of my fav opening tracks.

But whatever. 

The hardcore scene aint what it used to be. Cliche I know, but so true.

I’m no old hat here, but I have been going to/involved with the hardcore scene both in herts and the uk for the last 9 years now.

In the olden days, clothes were stuff you wore. Not a gauge on how cool you are.

In the olden days, friends were friends. Not people who you think are cool so you better hang around with them.

In the olden days, going to every single show wasn’t a crucial MUST.

In the olden days there was more than 10 hardcore bands.

In the olden days band whores didn’t exist (much)

I conclude, In the olden days hardcore was more fun, and less like the musical cattle market that it has devolved into today.

I hate going to shows because it’s painful to watch all these kids strive for coolness.

When will you learn children?? 

You will never be as cool as me.