I'm what time and consequence have made me

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10/50 of Kennedy Brock {x}

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SO HAPPY FOR GAREBEAR

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Happy Birthday, Patrick Vaughn Stumph!

Happy Birthday, Patrick. Fall Out Boy got me through my younger years. They taught me not to care about other people, to be whoever the fuck you want to be.  I remember seeing you guys when I was 11 at Bamboozle.  You started your first song, I got kicked in the face and ended up breaking my nose.  I continued to watch your set and cry from the emergency tent because I was seeing my idols in person, despite the pain and blood. 

I saw you in concert in November of 2011 when you toured with Panic! At The Disco and Foxy Shazam, right when I was going through something extremely difficult. Hearing and seeing you play live made me remember how I felt when I was 11 and listening to FOB; don’t give a shit about what anyone says. After that, Soul Punk became my bible. I listened to it for 2 months straight, crying almost every time I heard the song Spotlight or It’s Gonna Get Better.  

On my 18th birthday, I got the lyrics “You Can Be Your Own Spotlight” tattooed on my arm as a reminder to always be whoever the fuck you want to be.  Without you, I wouldn’t be here, and I wouldn’t be the person I am today. 

So, thank you Patrick Stump, for everything you’ve taught me since I was 9 years old. 

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frankway:

I think I already reblogged this but oh hawt dayum 

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8-1-2-3:

tim omg

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never change

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