Sophisticated mood swings, manipulated daydreams, Yesterday, I suddenly lost the appetite to watch my favorite boys after waiting for them forever to come back. I was reminded of how irrational it is for me, with champagne taste but not enough money for the real thing, to go to concerts. It is just a waste of time and money. I hesitated because of my dying grades and my conscience bothering me for sneaking from my parents. I did things my mother told me not to with the people I should not see, in the places that I should not go and it felt just like I was in the verge of giving up my fan girl life. It just struck me. It seems like a puzzle piece is missing.
Let us say that I will not be slow dancing with that special someone at the mosh pit.
I finally ended my agony when I heard that the free meet and greet was confirmed. All my feelings erupted. I knew that if we behave ourselves, we all have the chance to tell these bands how their music inspired our pitiful lives. I did not give a shit how long the line was. I stood there calmly. My thoughts on how these lovely men are also just human beings, that they also feel exhaustion and stuff were proved wrong. They are angels. Although no cameras were allowed, hugging and having the cheesiest conversations with those goofballs is enough. There will always be a beautiful picture of us treasured in my heart.
Surrounded by familiar faces, the people that I love to see, singing my heart out and keeping it kept it loud until we wake the entire town. No words can describe how wonderful and magical the show was. I swear in that moment, we were infinite, we were a real big happy family.
Dressed in black from head to toe with guns hidden under my petticoat. Oops. Wrong band. I looked like a goddamn fucking panda with all the tears and sweat sooo…
Sign got signed. Simply one of the best nights I will never forget (unless amnesia hits me). ♥ ♥ ♥
George yesterday when I asked him to write down something inspirational (via reluctantly)
Matthew Healy (via matthealys)