Butler Beats!

things are hard without you. It’s tough having no one. What’s worse and bittersweet about it is that no one could replace you, or the friendship and times shared. the amount of shit we’ve been through together. it’s not something you can lose ever since you left. I miss you, and yeah, it may be cool to see each other every couple of weeks but it’s just not the same. We kind of found sanctuary at each others homes. And i miss that, walking down the street to a safe haven, and you feeling the same way. I’ve never had that group,or any amount of friends or people i knew that i could count on always, each person just as much as the other. But to be honest, i never really needed that anyways, cause i always felt alright with that because i knew you were there, and would always have my back, and be down to drum, or to go fuck some shit up in a kitchen or someone else’s house or down back in the woods where crazy shit happened, which yeah, i regret, but i wouldn’t take it back. Things are hard when your only sense of home has moved to a different town. No more middle finger handshakes, or jam sessions, or you dreading watching me fish, or midnight trips to the sailboat, or walks down the neighborhood, or just laying on the floor just thinking to ourselves and just talking. No more band trips, no more bassline sectionals, or pad sessions in your room.

If i could give anything to have it back, i would.

Maybe someday you’ll be back, and we can relive that summer one more time.

therachstarr:

Crown 2012. You’re going to want to see this.

HOnestly why can’t i just find okay nevermind