#7.7.15

he's so small and fast he looks like a bird

last 4 pics of the night (fiatc in Bloomington IL 7-7-15)

so when frank jumped into the crowd during joyriding i was just barely out of reach from touching him so I decided to touch the very top of his guitar instead and that was when I noticed the lil boozey sticker and voila these pictures happened

When you first arrive in a new environment, people want to be friends with you. They keep hanging out with you for a while, since your still new. You don't seem worn to them yet. After months go by and they don't have to see you constantly, they don't want to. They have other friends. You'll never permanently be their's. You'll never be able to have been their friends for years like everyone else. They'll never fully let you in their lives. Your "friends" are all you've got now; you no longer have your old friends. But they still have their's. And now that you realize you have nothing, it's too late to turn back. That's what people do. They make you feel so important, when all along, they haven't made a spot for you. They never had one. "New friends" whisk you away in a blur of popularity and admiration and you are so happy, yet so blind. They fill you to the rims with joy so that you can't see the fact that they don't need you like you need them. You need to have new friends since you've left your old ones. They don't need new friends, and they never will. You can never make up the time everyone else got.

- T.L. // canvas

a sick vid of my twenty one pilots concert experience (tøp at 0:37)

July 7, 2015 || Sydney, Australia @ The Metro Theatre

Just out to feel the wind on my face today. :)