Yes. Okay. Feeling realllyyy miserable now.
And I know I need sleep but I just don’t want to exist right now. I don’t want to do anything.
I just want to go back and be born in America and go to one of Patrick’s shows and hug him and tell him to ignore all those awful people because he’s so much bigger than them - he is so valuable and he doesn’t see it.
I can say quite openly that if it weren’t for his music, I probably wouldn’t be alive right now, and I know that his music has the potential to help so many other people - including himself.
And. I. Just. Want. To. Wake. Up. And for none of this to be real.
I know what this situation needs: more Lil’ Benz.
Lil’ Benz makes every better.
Because it’s sunshine and rainbows and Patrick and such and such.
Lil’ Benz, Lil’ Benz, Lil’ Benz.
HUGS FOR EVERYONE.
A story of Death Cab concerts and sad Stumps.
NOW I HAVE TO DEAL WITH ALL OF THIS AS WELL AS POST CONCERT DEPRESSION.
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO ON IN MY LIFE.
- tumblr user: -sees other tumblr user calling david karp "daddy"-
- tumblr user: that is so creepy
- tumblr user: -goes back to writing erotic fanfiction about married male band members-
Someone has hoarded mrspatrickstump
and they’re not using it.
I will find you.
And I will END you.
- step one: take out homework
- step two: reward self with two hours of internet for getting that far
i want to live in a big apartment buidling full of my internet friends
When people are still convinced there’s a “skinny Patrick” and a “fat Patrick.”
Sorry folks, you can’t clone that kind of talent, no matter how much you think his pants size is at all relevant to that.