I am looking for my friend josh
reblog if you are not josh.
GUISE WE NEED TO FIND JOSH. PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU’RE NOT JOSH. ITS AN EMERGENCY.
I’m here.
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I can still smell her scent on me, and her lips, pressed against mine. The gaps between my fingers become more noticeable when she’s gone. She’s the kind of girl I would fall hard for, and never get. The forces always seem to be working against me. But for once, it worked out. With the girl that is better than any other I’ve ever met. I can actually call her mine. I don’t know what I did to deserve someone so amazing, and have such happiness in my life. Every single day we’re together I feel joy I’ve never felt before, and it gets greater each day. I can honestly say there’s not a single thing I would change about her. I have never been able to forget about everything going on in my life and just focus on that one, present moment I’m living in, but now I can when I’m with her. I forget what its like to be anything but happy, and it’s pure ecstasy.
I don’t know
I don’t know how all of this happened. I don’t know what I did to deserve to meet someone so amazing, and mostly, I don’t know what is going to happen. I can’t tell myself that these years of relationships leading to pain, and dead ends, are over. I have no clue where we will end up. It’s just so different with her. I want to be myself. I want to be honest, and pure and weird. She brings out an inner self that I’m usually afraid to access. I just want that person that makes me not afraid to be honest. a deep connection. a best friend. There’s a lot of things that I don’t know about the situation right now, but I do know that she is one of the most remarkable people I have ever met..
It’s the freedom.
Something that everyone can understand, especially as a teenager. A lot of us crave freedom from so many things, or just a release from the world we’re growing up in. Whether a person likes or appreciates different forms of metal, punk, or hardcore, every person can understand what it is to let everything go. The atmosphere of a show… Like every misfit in the local area gathered together in a melting pot of odd looks and outcast personalities. No person could do or wear something that would draw attention. No one gives a shit about your clothes, or if you’ve ever heard the band play before. Fists are thrown by brave men in the middle of a crazed circle like battle field. Violent flailing and fighting, but not with each other, with their lives, and society. People respect the violence. They have a connection with the lyrics. Everyone shouts them not for the simple purpose of recitation but for the fact that they mean something to them. To every stranger in the crowd. All different breeds of people, connected by music and emotion.
