you know, there’s something symbolic about losing a hairtie that i kept as a comfort item the past 3 years at a show for a band that healed me during that time and i got to tell them that— *LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*

i’m gonna be booboo the clown and call the venue even tho i know someone SNATCHED that shit up

like losing the poster is whatever because i already have 3 signed things by the band but i want my fucking hairtie

do you know how it felt being like ten feet away from jack barakat for over an hour

literally just got home and i’m laying with a heating pad, aleve, and mcdonald’s

vip meet and greet is such a funny concept. pay for your faves to give you attention. so silly.