Pete Wentz
Pete Wentz
Peter Lewis Kingston "Pete" Wentz III, is an American musician best known for being the bassist, primary lyricist and backing vocalist for the American rock band Fall Out Boy. Before Fall Out Boy's inception in 2001, Wentz was a fixture of the Chicago hardcore scene and was notably the lead vocalist and lyricist for Arma Angelus. During Fall Out Boy's temporary hiatus in 2009–12, Wentz formed the experimental, electropop and dubstep group Black Cards. He owns a record label, DCD2...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionBassist
Date of Birth5 June 1979
CityWilmette, IL
CountryUnited States of America
As a kid, I always went to therapists; the first time was when my parents were separated on my sixth birthday, then on and off since then.
I'll be honest: I was a super-late bloomer, and I was kind of a prude.
It's bizarre to have both a super-connected and disconnected world. Like, you can use Twitter in the most narcissistic way. Do people really need to know that I'm drinking a latte right now? It's so indulgent.
I'm attracted to creative people and train wrecks, and there's no shortage of that in Los Angeles.
There was a fence and there was this other van- So I go, 'Fence or van? Cause I'm crashing into one of them,' and I said 'Fence,' so I hit the fence and bounced into the van
The hardest part of watching someone watching me is making it appear that I'm not watching.
Everyone has learned how to monetize music except the music industry.
This story never really had a point. It’s just a lull - a skip in the record. We are addresses in ghost towns. We are old wishes that never came true. We are hand grenades (and every word you say pulls the pin). We are all gods, we are all monsters.
The only reason you even start a band is so you can hang out with your friends all the time, but somewhere along the line, it just ends up becoming a job. You were doing it because you were like, 'I never want to have to get a job,' then all of a sudden it becomes the biggest job you could ever imagine.
The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it's made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts.
And I could write it better than you ever felt it.
But you couldn’t touch this kid right now, bullets would have dodged him.
I wonder if killing yourself is the only thing you can control in your entire life, and that's why it's a sin. Because you're beating God at his own game.
He hugged her tight, mixing their tears to be bottled and fermented, so they could be drunk on each other when this was all over.