i hate myself for being the bearer of bad news. but.
fifteen years, and they pick three months after i fell in love with them to do this.
i've known all day/sort-of last night but it's just now finally sinking in, to the point that i can't look at pictures of them without crying. i don't know how i'll ever be able to listen to the music. and becca and i were waiting so desperately for the announcement of the february tour dates.
i just. fuck. it's a band, get over it. this shouldn't hurt this much. but god, it does.
it's thanksgiving. okay. i'm thankful i got to see them while they were still a band, and that i got to meet them, and tell them how much they meant to me, to us, how much joy they brought us. and that they got to yell "hadouken" to becca over the phone.
fuck. i'm going to stop now because i'm at work and i can't cry here.
boys, you will be missed beyond your wildest imagination. please, please come back soon.