My uncle died on November 4th 2020 and he was only 24 we played this at his funeral because it was his favorite song and it makes me kinda cry now but I love listening to it 😢
Im 30 this was my fav band. When i hear this its for my mom who passed feb 29 2019. Leave it to my mom to not have a regular day to mourn her as it was leap year.
Me, 11 years after, still getting kicked in the feels for reasons I can't fully explain apart from the fact this song still kicks me in the feels for reasons I can't fully explain.. "Hello there"....
Senior year of high school. World still shifting from post 9/11. Airports were weird at this time. Simultaneously extremely high alert, but also none of the tech that's standard now, so it wasn't really different other than longer lines. And then we split into 4 different categories. University, community college, workforce, or military. Some things stay the same. But not the atmosphere. Shit, I shipped out 3 months after graduation during war time, and I wasn't near as nervous as the news seems to make people daily.
Me recuerda al tercer año en mi preparatoria, el mejor año de estudiante que tuve. Me recuerda a los amigos, me recuerda a mi amor platónico, a mis salidas por las noches con mis amigos, me recuerda a mi juventud
FUCK FUCK FUUUCK. Why can't we just go back in time when life was actually something. When music was MUSIC. I miss those late nights, skating under the street lights, hanging out with friends and the girl I had a crush on. Those days, those days I will cherish forever.
In 2015 me and my brother made a cover of this song, he was 13 and he had just started to listen to pop punk music and until now blink 182 is his favourite band. My parents divorced in 2017 and I dont see my father and my brother and sisters since 2019. I really miss them
I am a targeted individual of cybertorture...human rights violations, acts of terrorism, and crimes against humanity in progress against myself and many others all over the world by new neurotechnologies. I am being verbally, emotionally, physically, and sexually abused, as well as tortured on a routine basis by the suspects mentioned below. Primary suspects in my case: Martha Nussbaum (philosopher), Emma Watson, Jay Dodd (poet), and James Franco...other possible suspects (having a brief presence at least throughout my cybertorture): Seth Rogan, Dave Franco, Danny McBride, Zac Efron, Scarlet Johansson, Laurence Fishburne, George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Hugh Jackman, Jesse Eisenberg, Edward Norton, Billy Bob Thornton, Lewis CK (comedian), Susan Sarandon, Tom Hanks, Emma Thompson, and John Searle (philosopher)…two philosophers, a poet, a comedian, and the rest are actors or actresses. see: adamchristiannielsen721939400.wordpress.com/ for poetry regarding my experience with cybertorture. I am trying to bring awareness to the issue. Please forward this to anyone who might be interested, concerned, or able to address it. Could use the help of the poets right now...your music has been a saving grace through this whole thing. "...and thou shalt be known only to thine own, and they shall console thee with tenderest love." -Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Poet
dont waste your time on zoomer bands, blink are always inside our head, dont waste your time on zoomer bands, blink are always inside our head, dont waste your time on zoomer bands, blink are always inside our head miss you miss you
Quanta saudade da minha adolescência, da juventude... Jovens pombalesas de 2021.. curtam a juventude de vocês como se vocês fossem morrer, por que vocês vão... kkkk
Hello there, The angel from my nightmare, The shadow in the background of the morgue. The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley. We can live like Jack and Sally If we want. Where you can always find me And we'll have Halloween on Christmas. And in the night we'll wish this never ends, We'll wish this never ends. (I miss you, miss you) (I miss you, miss you) Where are you? And I'm so sorry. I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight. I need somebody and always This sick strange darkness Comes creeping on so haunting every time. And as I stared I counted The webs from all the spiders Catching things and eating their insides. Like indecision to call you And hear your voice of treason. Will you come home and stop this pain tonight? Stop this pain tonight. Don't waste your time on me. You're already the voice inside my head. (I miss you, miss you) Don't waste your time on me. You're already the voice inside my head. (I miss you, miss you)