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This is the most accurate depiction I have witnessed of anything ever.
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sometimes all I want to do is move high up into the mountains, have a little house amongst the redwoods and grow my own food and have windchimes on my front stoop and lavender flowers in my yard and my partner and I can just hang out and garden and make music and hike amongst the trees and the ferns and when it rains we can stay indoors and hear the windchimes and the howling wind and the rain hitting the windows and just live like that forever.
but then I think I want to be in a big city where there is always something to do and somewhere to go and where I can travel anywhere I want without any problem. so conflicted.
Every year my uncle and his radio station throw this like.. music festival thing. I’ve been going pretty much every year since I was thirteen.
I’ve accidentally met one of the dudes from the Violent Femmes, I’ve seen Dave Grohl sit in for Queens of the Stone Age’s drummer, and also “casually” walked by him as he was playing ping pong backstage… I’ve seen Drew Barrymore watching Fabrizio Moretti play with The Strokes, I’ve seen that dude from My Chemical Romance or whatever shitty band he was in cheating on Kelly Osbourne, I’ve seen Jack White’s non-underwear-wearing butt in extremely tight pants about two feet away from me…. I’ve watched countless huge bands from the soundboard at the side of the stage and from whatever seat I had at the front.
I’ve snuck backstage and snuck drinks when I wasn’t 21 more times than I can count. Last year I missed it because I was in London, and this year I won’t be going because I’m sick :( :(
soooo I’ve been sick since thursday night, had a fever of like 102, and i’ve basically been in bed since friday morning when I went home from work early.
I’ve watched 25 episodes of Once Upon a Time.
25 episodes.
People always seemed surprised that white pagans are some of the most racist people in the world. I had a pagan girl come up to me and talk about how it was so cool that I was native and how she buried her KFC bones in the backyard and prayed over them like my ancestors used to.
No one gives a shit if you prayed over your KFC????
lmfao wtffff
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