I don't think I want to be saved

Emily. 17. Bay Area.

Sunday, October 9th

glitterandguitars:

This is the only Advice I need in LIFE.

Sunday, October 9th

Saturday, October 8th

Tuesday, October 4th

get-a-grip-and-get-out:

theonethatwalkedaway-:

This is what I’m turning in for my third photography assignment this semester. We had to isolate an item. It could be any item of our choice. I chose the ticket to my very first All Time Low show. I know when my professor sees my contact sheet of all 25 images he’s going to be like ‘Holy Shit’ or something. But I don’t care. He’s been telling me to photograph something interesting, and I’m not sure if he means I’m boring him, or if I’m boring myself. I’m not sure if he wants to see something interesting, or if he thinks I’m not putting enough creativity into it. If I get that speech again this week, I’m going to have him make note of my write up with this photo. Why is this interesting to me? Because it’s the night that I finally got to see my favorite band live. Yes, it was Sell Out Tour. It was the night that I was literally beaten up, I was dry humped by drunk strangers, It was the first time I ever saw a circle pit live. Which I later fell down in, face first, and if it weren’t for one of the nicer lads in there, I probably wouldn’t be here typing this right now.
It’s probably one of my most memorable items, especially relating to All Time Low. Because it’s something I can’t replace. Just like my ‘Sup Buzznet shirt. As I was going through all of my ATL tickets, I realized a few are missing — which, really bums me out. But doesn’t stop me from being able to remember every fucking show, every fucking encounter. And while I may be extremely tired of hearing them close with Dear Maria, more specifically, being beaten to a bloody pulp one last time while that song plays, I wouldn’t trade any fucking show or moment for the world. I have been fortunate, and blessed enough to have All Time Low band AND crew in my life for nearly four years now. I remember counting the days from the summer of 2008 until I could see them finally. I remember listening to Memories That Fade Like Photographs for the first time. I remember watching covers of Jasey and finally stumbling on the boys for real.
I have followed their tours for weeks, for days. I have been to seven (and counting) states for their shows. I’ve experienced multiple hometown shows. I’ve gotten sick on the road while traveling. I’ve gotten hurt. I’ve been let down. There have been tears. Good and bad. There have been laughs, smiles.
Memories are what tie me to this ticket. Memories are what tie me to everything with them. Not only are they my favorite band, but they’re the reason I have the friends I do. They are the reason I look at certain situations with humor instead of seriousness sometimes. They are the reason I know how to survive on the side of the road in the middle of Cleveland Ohio, completely homeless. They are the reason I know how to live in a car for a week, or save my phone from water damage. (don’t ask.. haha)
They have shaped me. They have taught me. They have reminded me to have fun and to always love myself. I owe them so fucking much. And if it isn’t portrayed in the photo above, then I hope this story did it for you.
And there. That’s what this picture is about. My everlasting dedication, support, love, and gratitude for the band that changed every thing for me.

here comes me becoming emotional over them like clock work okay but ugh this is so perfect

Sunday, September 25th

littlejesseryan:

Some drunken uncle always has to ruin the family outing

Thursday, September 22nd

Sunday, September 11th

Sunday, September 4th