#flykarth

“You’re just taking the train to the end of the island at ten o’clock at night and not responding to all texts and calls,” Matt interrupts, a knowing look on his face. “You know how much I worry about you. You could at least tell me where you’re going and that you don’t want me to come. You know I’d understand.”

alex and matt? husbands

Bassists do it deeper. Singers do it louder. Drummers hit it harder. Guitarists do it faster. 

For Alex, relationships were a complete waste of time, really.

Matt Flyzik didn’t know which way was up anymore. He was pinned against the wall of a hotel room, the victim of Alex Gaskarth’s salacious attacks.

Everything can be predicted except the behavior of a person. To me human beings are designed to hurt one another, they cause pain without realizing it and they leave you broken without even caring, which is why I refuse to get to attached because everyone just leaves in the end right? Anxiety is what professionals call it, I call it not being socially comfortable. It's like you can't breathe, you're drowning but everyone else is breathing, you can see them, but for some reason your lungs refuse to intake are. It's the knot in your chest that tightens every time someone says your name, the queasy feeling in your stomach at the thought of having to go to school. Anxiety is drowning, dying inside from your insecurities eating you alive, but your trying not to show it, it's my hell, every nightmare I could think of, and the worst part? It's all in my head.