i have associated this band with all relevant memories with the golden boy. I cant help but dip my toes on the dangers of all remaining questions and feelings for him that i've always tried so hard to sweep under the rug. sometimes i still need you (or the idea of you, or what you represented, or how you look at me with those god damn eyes, or your breath on my neck, i think we all know where im going with this.)

on a less serious and icky note, i fell flat on my ass at the end of the concert after i gave a standing ovation. #bruiseontheassandnotforakinkyreason