Concerts are kind of like sex.
the lead singer is sweating over you
looking down at you and smiling at you underneath him
you’re screaming at the top of your lungs
he’s panting after each song
and after the last song
your hair is totally fucked up
and he’s putting his shirt back on
and you’re just standing in the crowd like
can I get pregnant from this?
(Source: chokemyvoicesaygoodnight, via johnohhhsexualfrustrations)
I still remember her hanging up a poster of him, and she told me that she was going to marry him. We laughed about it, but it turned out that she was right.
During a concert...
*looks in your general direction*
oh mY FUCKING GOD HE'S LOOKING AT ME. WE'RE MAKING EYE CONTACT RIGHT NOW ASLKJDFJSA I WONDER IF HE FEELS THE SAME OMG I FUCKING LOVE YOU OMG HE'S LOOKING INTO MY SOUL RIGHT NOW ALKDAJDJDSK LET ME LOVE YOU