The road goes ever on and on…
If Linkin Park plays in the forest and no one is around to hear it, in the end, does it even matter?
I don’t really forgive people I just pretend like its ok and wait for my opportunity to destroy them
i just want to sit on your lap and make out for like eight hours
“We all have our scars. From loving someone too deeply. From wanting to protect someone too much. He got this scar for me, when he got angry for me. His hand looks like it hurts… I love that scar so much I could cry. I hope I never forget this feeling… and that I stop being afraid of getting hurt.”