September 2011
“Here’s to the kids. The kids who would rather spend their night with their friends and bands playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. Here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. Here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. Here’s to the kids that were never too good at life, but were still wicked cool. Here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights not because they were on MTV… and blame MTV for ruining the music. Here’s to the kids who care more about music then the haircuts. Here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. Here’s to the kids who hum last chance to lose your keys when they’re stuck home dateless, on a Saturday night. Here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. Here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. Here’s to the kids who spend their days in photo booths with their best friends. Here’s to the kids who are straight up smart asses, and just don’t care. Here’s to the kids who speak their mind. Here’s to the kids who consider scream their lullaby for going to sleep. Here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. Here’s to kids who will never have 100% confidence, and to the kids who are okay with that. This is for you.”
—Pete Wentz
“I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they’re here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking.”
—The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via dreaming-and-wishing)
