I can't even think what it would be like losing you. You're part of the reason I am who I am and I'm so freaking happy and proud to say it. I'm so freaking glad I fell in love with a band of brothers who love and respect life to its fullest. Right now I'm so fucking happy you guys are healthy celebrities. If real world is full of shit I can only imagine what it would be like being surrounded by everything and knowing you can have it all, and feel so powerful that you think you're immortal so you go try it all. But people are not immortal. And people are people, no matter what. Human beings are just so fucked up I can't fucking stand it anymore. I want to do something. I feel the need to do something to make this fucking world a better world for my children and myself, but I fucking CAN'T. I don't know. I just feel powerless right now. Because knowing that death can touch people I love so much is absolutely heart-breaking. I can't fucking believe this. Of course I'm not saying that losing a loved one would be less hurting than losing an idol. That's bullshit. Death hurts. Let's make this clear. Death is a shitty thing and it fucking happens and I fucking dislike the feelings that come after it. But just thinking about what it would be like... losing a person you've never met, yet you love them so freaking much because they changed your world in ways nobody will ever understand... losing people you weren't even able to tell how much you loved them, how much you thanked them for being there. For showing their smiles everyday, for being so fucking nice and making me feel so proud. I couldn't imagine my life without my idols. I'm sorry if you think I'm an idiot, but I truly can't. These people have grown up with me. They shaped me into who I am. They love me and they don't even fucking know me. Because I love and support them. They don't ask for much. It's a fucking wonderful thing, being a fan. I feel sorry for people who are missing this. It could make your life truly wonderful. It has made mine so much better. I'm so glad I found you. I'm so glad I have you. I'm so glad I need you. I'm so glad this is the life I chose and the one I choose every single day. I'm so glad you're the good guys from Disney. I've never been this fucking happy for Disney since two thousand and eight. Fuck Disney, btw. But I'm so freaking happy people make fun of you for the stupid purity rings, or the fact that you're from Disney, or how you take care of your hair way too much, I don't know. I'm so fucking happy you are the way you are. Because that's why you're still here. That's why you didn't leave me. So please, for the love of God, never ever leave me. Never go. Please stay with me, with us, forever. Don't fall into addictions and don't try to look cool for humanity. That's all bullshit. That's crap. You are real. You are life. I fucking love that. I am so fucking sad for Cory and his fans and I feel so fucking guilty for being happy about my idols. I'm so thankful for this. I'm so thankful I'm surrounded by people full of life, my family, my friends, my idols, me. Thank you. Whoever you are up there, THANK YOU so much.

Thank you guys for finding me. Thanks for being life.

So.

I just really feel heartbroken right now. I was having a normal night until I found out Cory Monteith, aka the only guy I loved the most from a show I watched for only two seasons, was found dead on a hotel room. First I was speechless. Then I couldn't believe it. I was not a fan, but still had appreciated Cory so much. He was truly beautiful and a wonderful person. I always find it so amazing when people are brave enough to recognize they have a problem and go to rehab on their own. I feel like it's the very first step that counts. It's the very first step to a real beautiful life full of pride and joy.

And this happens.

I'm shattered in peaces. This goes for everyone who really loved him. All the love my heart can stand goes for them all. He's with you, always will be. I'm really sorry for him, his family, his fiancée Lea, all his friends and co-workers and most of all, his fans

Because I am a fan, too.

So then I realized that losing Cory was for some people the equivalent of losing a Jonas for me.

And that's when I panicked.

And this goes on on another post because I just can't put this on the same post.

I'm so so so sorry, Cory. I will always miss you so much.

Sigo llorando cada vez que veo Les Miserables.

Porque cada vez que la veo muere Enjolras.

I'LL MEET YOU IN HEAVEN, BABY.

Perdón, lo amo. Aaron perfect human being.

5 FUCKING DAYS

JONAS BROTHERS # FERROCARRIL OESTE

Éponine ♡ Enjolras

déjenme soñar que esta pareja existió, okay.

GO SEE LES MIS LIKE NOW!

Pasaron casi 6 años desde la primera vez, y todavía no puedo entender cómo me emociona tanto cada vez que vienen, o que hay una noticia, un nuevo CD, una nueva foto, lo que sea. No entiendo de qué carajo va esto. ¿En qué va a terminar? ¿Va a terminar? ¿Llegará el día que diga: no quiero ir al recital? ¿El día que deje de importarme? Dios, no tengo la más puta idea de qué va a ser de este fanatismo. Qué cosa más loca. Y todavía me chupa un huevo lo que opine la gente. Me siento orgullosa, carajo. Orgullosa de ser quien quiero ser y que todo se vuelva borroso cuando los tengo a estos tres para tranquilizarme. Qué cosa más linda. Ojalá todos pudieran sentir esto por una banda. La adrenalina por comprar una puta entrada, la emoción por un CD, el amor por un tweet o la desesperación por una foto. Ojalá todos pudieran sentirse fans verdaderos por un día. Es algo que no te podés perder. Como una de las cosas que hacer en tu bucket list, no sé. Lo juro. Hay una esencia en la juventud de perseguir a un artista, de correr cual loca de mierda en los recitales, de colarte sin importarte, de hacerte amigos que no conocés, de hablar horas y horas sobre cosas sin sentido. No sé, juro que no entiendo cómo la gente puede sobrevivir sin esta pasión a la música de alguien o cómo es esta persona. No entiendo cómo cada persona en este mundo no es fan de una banda. Es como no tener un motivo para vivir. Es la cosa más linda que me pasó, me atrevería a decir. Te sentís parte de algo posta, algo que es irrompible e infinito, inmenso y no sé, tiene una magia increíble.

Gracias al destino por el día que me hice fan de los Jonas Brothers. Me podría haber hecho fan de cualquier cosa, pero ¿la verdad? No lo cambio por nada. 

Tickets + Soundcheck = Happiest girl on Earth !

but you never left me alone ♡

why so sexy then

11.10.12 

The day the Jonas Brothers came back.

okay stop it
my babies are getting older that's no fair
joe's turning 23 today (happy bday sweetheart! i love you joseph you're a sunshine! i love the way you are and the silly little guy you have inside, it's just too cute for words, thank you thank you thank you for always smiling and being so fucking perfect and adorable and everything, i don't know, i love you i'm in shock right now, like you were 17 when i first knew you and now? when the fuck did time pass so fucking fast? it's not fairrrr i love youuuu) nick's turning 20 next month (i'm just on denial right now, i won't accept it. he'll always be 18 for me and if he keeps growing up i'm just going to cry myself to sleep for the rest of my fucking existence) and my beautiful kev is about to turn 25 in november (which is awesome cause it means that you're the greatest man on earth and still so young) but NO! i mean NO NO NO NO, i want the little jonas brothers back. okay maybe i don't, because they're so fucking hot now and all that but, seriously can i have the little 14 year old nick and the silly 17 year old joe and kevin's crazy 19 year old hair? i miss old times. i miss being a child just like them. i miss all this because i know i'm getting older too and that's so fucking scary. i miss being the girl who fell in love with these three guys from jersey, i miss being the girl who learned about love and life thanks to these guys. but i really miss being the girl that thought that everything was so simple in life, that i could ever get to meet you so easily. now i know it's not that easy and it's getting harder in time, because you're having your own lives and that's so beautiful i'm so proud of the men you guys have become, but sometimes i just wish we could all stop the world and come back to the people we used to be back in 2007. back to that simple beautiful life you guys showed me. back to the beginning. back. and forward. together. for ever.

qué lindo es volver!

jonasfans

Forward. Together. 2012.

And you sir, you're very attractive. Therefore, I will stare at you. hey Logan Lerman

Boy Bands ~

1D~JB~MC~TB

You don't know you're beautiful 
and that's what makes you beautiful.

The posters may come down, and the CDs may be pushed back a little on the shelf. The magazines may become a little less important and websites might be visited less. Top played songs may change and the tshirts may be lost in a drawer. But the fact that you’ve changed me and shaped me into who I am will never change. You’re a part of me and always will be. 
I will never forget you.

Estoy feliz porque por primera vez veo el grupo que se formó en facebook para el recital de Nick como una oportunidad que me dio Dios para hacer que brille mi luz y repartírsela a muchas chicas que están pasando por momentos difíciles. Estoy tan contenta de poder hacerlo realidad :) A veces Dios nos manda una misión y ni siquiera nos damos cuenta de que la estamos realizando durante el proceso. Gracias. Gracias. Gracias. Esto es mil veces más importante para mí de lo que alguna vez podría escribir en una entrada de este blog.

John: Why didn’t you call? Why didn’t you call me? I mean, did I not deserve any more explanation than that letter? You couldn’t have called me? You couldn’t have given me some sort of chance to change my mind? Don’t you think you owed me that? Savannah: I couldn’t. John: You couldn’t? You thought that little of me that you couldn’t have just called me. Why? Savannah: Because I couldn’t. John: Give me an answer. Why? Why not? Savannah: Because I couldn’t. John: I want an answer. Savannah: Because just hearing your voice, I would have changed my mind. Is that what you wanna hear, John? What you came all this way to hear? You think it was tough out there? Think it was easy for me without you? You thought that every single day it wasn’t a goddamn marathon of my life without you? Tim was sick and he needed me. He needed me to help him. He needed me to help him with Alan and everything. I was alone and I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t plan this. I didn’t know that it was gonna happen to me. But it did. But you don’t think I tried? I picked up the phone a thousand times to try to call you. You think that I really wanna be standing here in front of you like this? I had no choice! ... ’I’ll see you soon then?’ Say it back. When I say it, you say it. Remember? John, just say it. John: Goodbye Savannah.

Is this the way it feels when you're in love
Or is this something else?