This place is where I find peace.
Reposting because hearing that a fan at @warpedtour would steal from one of the most earnest, DIY non-profits on the road is beyond heartbreaking.
There’s no corporate bullshit with @shirtsforacure - just a crew with a love a music, selling band shirts to help cancer patients in need.
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What Amy said.
Shirts For A Cure and Beemer are great, please help spread the word.
This is so lame. Please help.
This is down right terrible. No faith in humanity.
i have limited sympathy for people who get told “no” after a public proposal because public proposals are pretty much emotionally abusive
if you think it’s kinda cute, you can discuss it beforehand and then do a staged one later
but putting someone on the spot in front of a crowd of strangers (or worse, friends) and demanding they give you a yes or no answer to a complex question which will affect the rest of their life is
really not okay
damn the pope about to preach some sick verses
the guy beatboxing behind him
"the guy" is the italian presidentP-Francis and the Prez
"I will now rap John 15, verses 1-17. Prez, drop the beat."
I don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions
We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY *glares at coffin* couldn’t stay alive.
I reply to peoples texts way too fast that its actually embarrassing
Words of wisdom from Ron Swanson.
a plus-side to being my friend is that you can come to my house in your pajamas and i will not judge you because i will also be in my pajamas
one time i was swimming in a spring in florida and everybody started screaming and getting out of the water and i was like haha losers aint nothing in this water and so i climbed up on a rock to sit, but then the rock started moving and thats the story of the time i rode a manatee
when people casually mention something you’re completely obsessed with and it takes every fuckin ounce of your self control not to propel yourself into the stars and scream for the rest of eternity about how much you love the thing