Thank you so much. Thanks. I really appreciate you guys giving us permission and for caring. Really. It means so much and I just could not contain it any longer. Your input means alot.

idefygravity:

One problem, they wouldn’t be able to see you ‘cos your head doesn’t reach above the counter…

I made you a special card because you were feeling sad on Friday, but now I’m just going to poke your kidneys so hard they come out of your ass.

idefygravity:

IMMA POST MY SCHEDULE IN YO’ FORMSPRINGG, JSYK.

(‘cos idk if you’re on now, and I don’t want you to miss it; plus I would rather not some freak like emily take this as a chance to stalke me.)

That’s okay. I know some of it. And then there’s always guidance.
“Hello I’m Pelin A., can I please have another copy of my schedule?”
“Of course, here you go it’s in the printer right over there.”
“Thank you.”

themailman:

私はあなたを殺す… …日本語で。

You win.

growingup:

No, you fucking idiot. What the fuck. This is Jesus. This is Jesus Christ, the son of God, you can’t play for him on your dumbass drum. Fuck, you stupid… you stupid little drummer boy. Go away. Fuck. Somebody write a song about that kid so I don’t forget how stupid he is.

themailman:

thesuavechemist:

(via themailman)

Because it’s non-existent.

I’ll kill you.

Aw look at you. you’re almost like a puppy.

(via themailman)

Because it’s non-existent.

But this is New York, when even losers are rewarded, so I appreciate the effort.