Pete Wentz

“It’s all the same to me—a fucking red flagemblazoned with the words DO NOT BECOME EMOTIONALLY INVOLVED WITH ME, and this bed is barely big enough for my own baggage.”

“However,when given the chance, many people choose cocaine over love. I wouldn’t say that’s abad choice. The endorphins released during infatuation are similar to heroin. OxyContin,“the cuddling hormone,” most often found in new mothers and newlyweds, is like ecstasy;every touch tingles. I think I read that somewhere. Love exists in powder. Love exists inpills. We are all addicts.”

“there’s really nowhere else I can go, and even if there were, it wouldn’t make a differencebecause I’d just be running from myself, and you can’t do that no matter how hard youtry, and trying hard is what got you in this predicament in the first place.”

“The hardest thing about depression is that it is addictive. It begins to feel uncomfortable not to be depressed. You feel guilty for feeling happy.”

“I’m not just taking trips down memory lane; I’m broken down on it.”

“We are symbolic. We are driving to the edge of the city and talking in vague-yet-resolute certainties about our dreams and our futures. We are leaving certain things in the medicine cabinet. We are falling in love.”

“The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it's made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts.”

“Love exists in powder. Love exists in pills. We are all addicts.”

“Freud suggests that in order to love someone else, one must love themselves; it's a classic "needs before other needs" argument. Unfortunately, no one really loves themselves . And, if they do, they need to get to know themselves better. Unfortunately, no one is really happy.”

“If you aren't just a little depressed, then you aren't paying very much attention to what's going on in the world.”

“This story never really had a point. It’s just a lull - a skip in the record. We are addresses in ghost towns. We are old wishes that never came true. We are hand grenades (and every word you say pulls the pin). We are all gods, we are all monsters.”

“Here is The Boy with the Thorn in His Side, dying in your world. A man made monster with every human emotion, overdosed on worthlessness in a world that could never wrap it’s head around him (so don’t even try).When it’s all over just remember every single word you ever said was always just a bullet to his head. Bury him underground between friends and love - the only things that are gonna make it to the end with him. Look for his body buried beneath where the yellow weeds are growing and know he’s still living in his nightmares.”

“He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.”

“But you couldn’t touch this kid right now, bullets would have dodged him.”

“He sharpened his flaws and disappointments into daggers.”

“The stars crossed and The Boy wished he could have hung himself on them.”

“He felt like the last bullet in a gun meant for revenge, sealed with a kiss.”

“First he threw out all of his records, trashed his heart and then he went to sleep.”

“He sang “I wish I weren’t me” over and over again just flat of the key of love until he forgot the words and could only hum along. Everyday was the same. The same stupid smile on the same stupid boy. Until the days blurred into a haze and the boy dropped into a depression. Not a cool dark room and cigarette depression like the songs he loved, but one that felt like he was being smothered by a safe, suburban, monotonous blanket. Everything felt like a headache to the boy. Every face, every stupid stuttered sentence all wrapped up into the biggest headache ever. So the boy took an aspirin. And another and another and then went to sleep, lullabyed by hopes he would never wake up to.”

“He is the straight to video sequel to your summer hit movie. He is the verse to that song on the radio you have to hum cause you can’t remember the words. You couldn’t break this kid’s heart, he is so far beyond that. This is the kind of kid who blew out the candles on hope all alone for too many birthdays to remember. And no one has ever fallen in love with anyone with a smile that’s dripping with “please die”.”

“Here's to the kids. This one's not for the kids, who always get what they want, But for the ones who never had it at all. It's not for the ones who never got caught, But for the ones who always try and fall. This one's for the kids who didnt make it, We were the kids who never made it. The Overcast girls and the Underdog Boys. Not for the kids who had all their joys. This one's for the kids who never faked it. We're the kids who didn't make it. They say "Breaking hearts is what we do best," And, "We'll make your heart be ripped of your chest" The only heart that I broke was mine, When I got My Hopes up too too high. We were the kids who didnt make it. We are the kids who never made it.”

“We're just like a movie based on a book-- almost, but not quite as good.”

“dont let anyone tell you what you are ever- that way you never run the danger of becoming anything but what you believe in.”

“Sometimes when it looks like I'm deep in thought I'm just trying not to have a conversation with people.”

“(before playing Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet) I couldn't really come up with a short way to sum up this song, but I was watching the movie 'Adaptation' the other day and this sort of sums it up in my head. You are not who loves you. You are who you love. Always remember that.”

“♥"I'm a procrastinating underachiever at heart."♥”

“Turn over a new leaf, fuck it turn over the whole tree.”

“Everyones greatest fantasy is to walk away from the life (they think)you lead”

“He felt homesick for places he had never been. He missed hearts he had never loved.”

“And there are people that will stand in your corner and convince you to stand up for another round no matter what.”

“You can live with me in this house I've built out of writers blocks.”

“Emo is over, you can all go home now”

“Here's to the kids.The kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke & Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party.Here's to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them.Here's to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars.Here's to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool.Here's to the kids who listened to Fall Out boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV...and blame MTV for ruining their life.Here's to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. Here's to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush.Here's to the kids who hum "A Little Less 16 Candles, A Little More Touch Me" when they're stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night.Here's to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn't even know they existed.Here's to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower & didn't feel so alone after doing so.Here's to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friend(s). Here's to the kids who are straight up smartasses & just don't care.Here's to the kids who speak their mind.Here's to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep.Here's to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do.Here's to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that.Here's to the kids.This one's not for the kids,who always get what they want,But for the ones who never had it at all. It's not for the ones who never got caught, But for the ones who always try and fall. This one's for the kids who didnt make it, We were the kids who never made it. The Overcast girls and the Underdog Boys.Not for the kids who had all their joys. This one's for the kids who never faked it. We're the kids who didn't make it. They say "Breaking hearts is what we do best,"And, "We'll make your heart be ripped of your chest" The only heart that I broke was mine, When I got My Hopes up too too high.We were the kids who didnt make it. We are the kids who never made it.”

“Sometimes its good to come back when you least expect to.”

“The Worst part of acting like a jerk isn't when you're doing it. Its when you realize you were.”

“These jeans looked so good on me when I looked in the mirror I wanted to fuck myself.”

“It wasn’t me! Look at how little I am. I’m a little guy.”

“We’re sick of hearing people say, “That band is so gay,” or “Those guys are fags.” Gay is not a synonym for shitty. If you wanna say something’s shitty, say it’s shitty. Stop being such homophobic assholes.”

“There was a fence and there was this other van- So I go, 'Fence or van? Cause I'm crashing into one of them,' and I said 'Fence,' so I hit the fence and bounced into the van”

“I love these dudes, but I don't know what they're doing with all that facial hair these days. There's a lot of peach fuzz going on. They called me up to go to a Kanye West concert, and I was like 'hold on I'll call Kanye.' So I called him and they got into the show, and I called Kanye later and said, 'Yo did you see my dudes from Panic! at the show?' and he was like 'Nah they mst not have been dressed like they were from the 1700's'. But I back them. They have their own unique style, which is cool.”

“Girls are like apples...the best ones are at the top of the trees. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think there is something wrong with them, when, in reality, they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree...”

“so id burn this whole city down just to show you the light”

“Long live the car crash heartsCry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45”

“I'll be your number one with a bullet.”

“And I could write it better than you ever felt it.”

“Pumpkin squares???”