my postcard collection
If I ever kill someone, it’s probably because someone rang the doorbell to get money for their non-profit while I’m in a rage over the fact that CBS still can’t fucking figure out that golf is so a long, boring game and they should probably fucking start their broadcast an hour earlier.
The amount of questions Bastille asks in their songs really stresses me out
are you gonna age with grace? do you like the person you’ve become? can you fill the silence? how am i gonna be an optimist? how am i gonna get myself home?
like idk dan you figure it out
Get it together, Dan.
In at work at 7:30 am the morning after a concert. I’m too old for this shit.
Can’t wait to do it again tomorrow morning!