#itm:start

"since we're in ireland, i demand for a party where all of us go out and get super drunk without any fucks being given, drink drink and more drink, please."

“trying to shake off this cold for the past few days has been absolutely exhausting, vocal rest is such a pain in the ass when all i wanna do is sing.”

the weather was too nice to not take advantage of, so farah grabbed her current project and a blanket then moved outside. she laid out in a grassy area by the buses and started pulling out her tools. she was working on decaling a jean jacket, so with a needle and her assorted bag of patches she began her work. she saw someone approaching so she sat up, a bright grin on her face. “Hey, could you help me pick another one out?” She pulled more patches out of her little bag and held them out. “I like the one with the bear on it.”

"has anyone seen my guitar picks?? like literally, i just placed them in the corner and now they’re suddenly gone. what a day this is.”

"okay, we literally have a few more hours to kill before the show. we should go somewhere. i haven’t been sight-seeing properly and i really want to see some tourist spots here. let’s go!”

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"you need to do shots with me, please, come on, it's the only night we're going to have this much fun for awhile."