"look Meredith, we both said things we didn’t mean, can you just let me in so we can talk about this?"
how is any of this considered blogging
You’re standing there waiting for your favorite band. They were scheduled to go on at 8, it’s 8:03. You know it’s going to happen but it still catches you by surprise. The lights go down and a deep bass note, one so deep you feel it in your chest, rumbles from the speakers. Then it happens; everyone rushes forward, pushing the air out of your lungs. Then all that matters is that band and knowing that everyone is just trying to get a little closer to a band they love just as much as you do. Everything is perfect.
I will always reblog this
perfect but also this is the precise second where my lungs wanna collapse