This is Life.

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nerdjagker:

Idk man everything is just too perfect. From welcoming them in the airport, stalking them in Shang, meeting them in The Block and finally watching them perform in Araneta and singing my heart out with all of the lovely Filipino Hustlers. It was sooo surreal. I didn’t cry at first. I only got teary eyed when Alex stopped playing Therapy just to look at us. But when I woke up this morning, put on my earphones, hit play and Therapy’s intro started playing. I just broke down. Legit hard tears, I was sobbing like a kid. My mom even asked my what’s wrong. Nothing is wrong. Everything’s right. Everything is A-OK.

I can still remember how the lights dimmed, how perfect Art of State/State of the Art sounded, how jammed the crowd was but we didn’t care and just dance and jumped.

I can perfectly remember how I managed to stand on a chair just before they started playing Jasey Rae, how I helped other people hold on to their lives and balance their selves on the seats when I don’t even know them, how Alex laughed at me when I asked him to marry me during Remembering Sunday, how I screamed the words “dick” and “penis” at the top of my lungs for the first time in my entire life.

I didn’t want it to end. I just want to be stuck in that night. I want to repeat it forever. This is, hands down, the best 2 nights of my life. 

“Dear Manila, will you count us in?” - Alex Gaskarth Of course, you faggot. You don’t even have to ask. I love all of you. I can’t wait to see and watch you perform again. 

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heardthisoneyet:

Been waiting for this! :)

thanks for reminding

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