I think almost everyone in this book will say that this band saved their life. That is so special and so hard to do; there are a lot of bands out there that save lives but almost none that save people as often as twenty one pilots.
I know that I started listening to twenty one pilots at the right time, maybe just a bit after the right time actually. I’ve been on and off suicidal for most of my life, and I wouldn’t have been able to stay alive for this long without this band, without these boys and their music. They give me hope. They keep me from hurting myself when nothing else can. They have given me a home that I found myself, a family I chose, a place for me and my mind to be as insane as we are and be surrounded by people who are just as insane as us. Twenty one pilots tell me that it’s okay to be insane, it’s okay to lose your mind, that eventually I’ll find it again and be able to stand on my own and until then Tyler and Josh and the clique will hold me up. We all lean on each other, we all save each other, we all care about each other, and we all matter. The night I saw twenty one pilots was the best night of my life and the first time I had felt completely home in a long time. I remember Finish Ticket and Echosmith opened that night, and the lead singer thought he had dreamed of this night with the brilliant sunset over the lake.
That night was a dream.
I was home.
Twenty one pilots are what give me breath, and I don’t say that lightly. They are the reason I stay alive. They make me feel. Sometimes I’m just pacing in my room staring at the floor, then Holding On To You starts playing and it snaps me out of it. I was just listening to Vessel again while I was home alone, what with it being the three year anniversary of its release, and I was crying and screaming along to the words. That may not seem like a good thing, but after I cry and scream to twenty one pilots I’m able to laugh out loud and feel more joy and be more hopeful for the future. Thank you, twenty one pilots, for making me feel. For giving me a home. For saving my life.
Stay alive.
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I know that I started listening to twenty one pilots at the right time, maybe just a bit after the right time actually. I’ve been on and off suicidal for most of my life, and I wouldn’t have been able to stay alive for this long without this band, without these boys and their music. They give me hope. They keep me from hurting myself when nothing else can. They have given me a home that I found myself, a family I chose, a place for me and my mind to be as insane as we are and be surrounded by people who are just as insane as us. Twenty one pilots tell me that it’s okay to be insane, it’s okay to lose your mind, that eventually I’ll find it again and be able to stand on my own and until then Tyler and Josh and the clique will hold me up. We all lean on each other, we all save each other, we all care about each other, and we all matter. The night I saw twenty one pilots was the best night of my life and the first time I had felt completely home in a long time. I remember Finish Ticket and Echosmith opened that night, and the lead singer thought he had dreamed of this night with the brilliant sunset over the lake.
That night was a dream.
I was home.
Twenty one pilots are what give me breath, and I don’t say that lightly. They are the reason I stay alive. They make me feel. Sometimes I’m just pacing in my room staring at the floor, then Holding On To You starts playing and it snaps me out of it. I was just listening to Vessel again while I was home alone, what with it being the three year anniversary of its release, and I was crying and screaming along to the words. That may not seem like a good thing, but after I cry and scream to twenty one pilots I’m able to laugh out loud and feel more joy and be more hopeful for the future. Thank you, twenty one pilots, for making me feel. For giving me a home. For saving my life.
Stay alive.
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