Summer's On It's Death Bed

My Chemical Romance with Neon Trees April 17th.

Panic! at the Disco with fun. and Foxy Shazam June 3rd. With possible meet and greet. Early admission. Special edition shirt and poster.

I'm not bragging... but FUCK. YES.

Sprinting through the rain like an uber nerd. Almost barfing shamrock shake. These are tiny memories collecting in my brain.

A word for the wise, don't run with a backpack on. You go up, backpack goes down. It will offset you. And you'll look like a nerd.

Rambling post of ramblingness. Homework monster has eaten my brain. The Poulakosaurus-raptor has decided to attack tiny student dinos. "

"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." --C.S. Lewis

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