Concerts are kind of like sex.

I mean

you’re sweating

the lead singer is sweating over you

looking down at you and smiling at you underneath him

you’re screaming at the top of your lungs

he’s panting after each song

and after the last song

it’s over

your hair is totally fucked up

and he’s putting his shirt back on

and you’re just standing in the crowd like

can I get pregnant from this?

(via nightoftheowls)