Red Hot Chili Peppers live from The Roxy theater on Fuse. I love the RHCP. I love Fuse. I love everything right now.
Friend: I'm bringing you medicine right now. I'm 5 minutes away.
Me: Ok, let me put on some pants.
Friend: Please don't tell me you are trollin' Tumblr while wearing no pants on a Saturday night.
That extremely awkward moment when you get to the strip club and run into TWO guys you know. Made even more awkward by them asking “What are you doing here?!” What do you think I’m doing here? Same thing you are. I’m here for the T and A, man. Now shut up and let me enjoy the show.
Drunk text from the weekend: “I’m in Miami biach” It means that a) I was informing my friend of where I was (Miami Beach) or b) I have turned into a frat bro and need to be smacked because I say things like “I’m in Miami, bitch!”
It’s crazy to think that my little sister passed away 17 years ago. It seems like it was just yesterday, and sometimes it feels like it happened in a different lifetime. I would have love to grow up with her and get to know her. All I remember are her black hair and her bad temper. I wish I had more memories.
I woke up this morning to the most magical voicemail ever: “Ummm… Leon from Curb your Enthusiasm will be at the Improv in two weeks and we’re going. Goodbye.”
when i no longer have your heart i will not request your body your presence...– alice walker (via movelightly)
I have my laptop back and I can finally get some internet on it. I am once again able to go on insane 4am Wikipedia binges that start with Shakira and somehow end with the history of Skull and Bones.
What you have lost will not be returned to you; it always be lost. You’re left...– Charles Frazier (via kari-shma)
The only requirement I have for future boyfriends and friends is “Must love Curb your Enthusiasm”. That’s it. Nothing else. If we can’t talk about long-ball Larry and the genius that is Leon then we have nothing to talk about.