"The thirst is real" takes on a completely different meaning when you’re in marching band.


The only reason we are here in the stands is because we have to wait for the game to end and drumline to put shit away so we can put the bass drum and tam tam in the equipment closet. We don’t do shit. Pit Life.

The only reason we are here in the stands is because we have to wait for the game to end and drumline to put shit away so we can put the bass drum and tam tam in the equipment closet. We don’t do shit. Pit Life.


After the drum major speaks and someone asks me what we’re doing.

After the drum major speaks and someone asks me what we’re doing.


Taking off your shako after a full day of marching band.

Taking off your shako after a full day of marching band.


When people think it’s okay to walk over to the pit and start touching our equipment. 

When people think it’s okay to walk over to the pit and start touching our equipment. 


Uniform changes be like…

Uniform changes be like…


I pray for help at home, nothing. 

I pray for help at church, nothing.

I pray for help on Tumblr, ALL OF MY PRAYERS ARE ANSWERED.

I’m not religious, but I do say prayers to whatever is up there (Fate, a higher being, Karma, the Subaudible, the Unknown, the Universe, Mufasa, Oprah, the Dude). 

It is most obvs that the Dude is on Tumblr.


I lost financial aid. My car broke down. My cat is sick. My body is falling apart. Like, what the fuck kind of test is this? I did not study for this. I am not prepared. Y’all, Jesus be trying to put me through some fucked up spirit quest, because I will be hallucinating by the end of the week from all of the stress. I best see a damn spirit to guide me the fuck out of this quest. Or else someone best be turning my water into tequila because wine ain’t gon’ do shit but stain mah damn carpets. Jesus, turn this stress down so I can turn up this weekend Jesus lord please and thank you Holy Ghost. All up in the trinity.


I find myself talking out loud and singing a lot. It is a nice way for me to mentally organize my thoughts without my brain trying to interrupt me. Also, I find myself in a dislike with extended periods of silence.

When it’s silent, all I hear is my tinnitus buzzing and ringing and whirring and whooshing through my ears.

When it’s silent, I hear what I have lost.


I made this for you, dear followers.

I made this for you, dear followers.