Dear Your Name Here,

Letters from fans to the people that changed their lives.

 I love you!Not because your in a band but the way you treat every fan a friend. And you see us as family not as a girl that liked your band. And the way you go out way to talk to me,Like my #castAway page and talk to me means a lot to me. I never knew a band like DCL to go out of their way to talk to fan’s not just to say hi.. cool I gtg then you never talk to them.But you guys take the time to listen to your fans and one on one cov then you talk to them when ever they need you.. And it makes me happy to know that you care about me. Even if I can’t spell you guy’s make me feel welcome in the band. And you guy’s may live miles………away. But always in Mississippi I feel the love.And when I am down and think its the end of world. You guy’s are always there pulling me up showing how be strong over and over. Thanks for never giving up on me.And one more thing. I love how you.nick.zach go out way to write back to us fan’s or comment on fanart.And you never comment the same thing on very fanart or post like many bands do.So from the bottom of my heart thanks. You guys are my vanes. You are reason I am here today. And  I love how I can relate to your song’s.Thank you so much  to the AWESOME guy’s in Dead City Lights. I love you guy’s Justin Zach Nick

Dear Travie McCoy,

Thank you for all of the amazing jams that always put a smile on my face. You and the rest of Gym Class Heroes mean the world to me.

-Allison

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Dear Thomas Matthew Delonge,

Thank you for inspiring me to be who I am today.

- Erin

glancingatherwrist:

Today after the Of Mice & Men show, I met Austin Carlile. Nobody understands how much this means to me. I had missed half of their set list due to excessive vomiting, which sucked since I waited in line since 8:30 am. I waited after the show only to be told the news that the band wouldn’t be coming out to meet any of the fans. I instantly started sobbing. I sobbed my heart out for a good hour because I couldn’t meet him and hug him, and tell him how much he means to me. However, after sobbing my story to one of the band ushers, he went back on the bus and said he couldn’t promise me anything. I literally had no hope left to meet him. I was so heartbroken. But a few minutes later, the helper guy opened the bus door back up and behind him followed Austin. I broke down and my sobs turned to throbs. Austins first words were “I’m only here to see Hannah.” He called me over to him and hugged me. We hugged for a while, and then he looked at me and told me that he heard how upset I was. He asked me to uncover my face because I was crying, so I did. And then he told me I was beautiful. He looked at my wrists and said “What’s this.” and I said “Self harm.” and he looked up at me and said “Come with me.”  Then he took me further away from people to talk alone. We talked for a long time. He put his forehead to mine and said “Hannah, next time I see you, if you have a single cut on your wrist, I will not hug you. You need to promise me that you will never hurt yourself again.” Of course I said no, at first and only had to explain to him why. But I did promise him. He held my hands in his the entire time we talked and I just opened up. He told me to @ him on twitter so he could follow me and to DM him whenever I needed to talk to somebody. He opened up to me about his mom and the whole jail thing. And when we hugged again I cried into him and said “Austin, your mom would be so proud of you.” and he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said “I know she would. Because I didn’t give up. And I never want you to give up either.” then he kissed me on my forehead and said “I love you. and if you ever feel alone, and like nobody loves you, know that at least one person does always. And that’s me.” I replied with sobs and an I love you too. He wrote out my tattoo for me, also. And a really sweet note.
I threw away all of my blades as soon as I got home. Thank you so much, Austin. You will never understand how much you mean to me.

This story was our main inspiration for this blog. Most people don’t have the chance to tell their heroes how much they mean to them.

glancingatherwrist:

Today after the Of Mice & Men show, I met Austin Carlile. Nobody understands how much this means to me. I had missed half of their set list due to excessive vomiting, which sucked since I waited in line since 8:30 am. I waited after the show only to be told the news that the band wouldn’t be coming out to meet any of the fans. I instantly started sobbing. I sobbed my heart out for a good hour because I couldn’t meet him and hug him, and tell him how much he means to me. However, after sobbing my story to one of the band ushers, he went back on the bus and said he couldn’t promise me anything. I literally had no hope left to meet him. I was so heartbroken. But a few minutes later, the helper guy opened the bus door back up and behind him followed Austin. I broke down and my sobs turned to throbs. Austins first words were “I’m only here to see Hannah.” He called me over to him and hugged me. We hugged for a while, and then he looked at me and told me that he heard how upset I was. He asked me to uncover my face because I was crying, so I did. And then he told me I was beautiful. He looked at my wrists and said “What’s this.” and I said “Self harm.” and he looked up at me and said “Come with me.”  Then he took me further away from people to talk alone. We talked for a long time. He put his forehead to mine and said “Hannah, next time I see you, if you have a single cut on your wrist, I will not hug you. You need to promise me that you will never hurt yourself again.” Of course I said no, at first and only had to explain to him why. But I did promise him. He held my hands in his the entire time we talked and I just opened up. He told me to @ him on twitter so he could follow me and to DM him whenever I needed to talk to somebody. He opened up to me about his mom and the whole jail thing. And when we hugged again I cried into him and said “Austin, your mom would be so proud of you.” and he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said “I know she would. Because I didn’t give up. And I never want you to give up either.” then he kissed me on my forehead and said “I love you. and if you ever feel alone, and like nobody loves you, know that at least one person does always. And that’s me.” I replied with sobs and an I love you too. He wrote out my tattoo for me, also. And a really sweet note.

I threw away all of my blades as soon as I got home. Thank you so much, Austin. You will never understand how much you mean to me.

This story was our main inspiration for this blog. Most people don’t have the chance to tell their heroes how much they mean to them.

(Source: frillysox)