One day all of you are going to be gone. And all of this, all of us, will be nothing but a hazy memory. It will take you a second to remember everyone’s name. Someone will have to remind you of the songs we sung, the solos you got, or didn’t get. Life only really has one beginning and one end, and the rest is just a whole lot of middle.

(Source: crisschris, via darrenstotallyawesome)

Feb 24th 2012 · 5,127 notes