WHAT'S PAST IS PROLOGUE

Ryan.
21.
Michigan.
The private war within myself is astounding.

Confused and confusing.
Happy birthday to me.

Happy birthday to me.

Anonymous asked: Who do you love?

No one. If you’re referring to my Facebook status, it was a joke.

I’m playing a show on Friday night. If you’re in the area and feel like coming out, make sure to stop by.

I’m playing a show on Friday night. If you’re in the area and feel like coming out, make sure to stop by.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Carl Thomas

—I Wish

Anonymous asked: Do another cover!

What song?

My mom loves me.

My mom loves me.

xjohnnyx:

I Stand With SOPA.

This is incredible.

As you know me, you know I like to keep my chatting short and sweet. It’s really for the sake of who’s listening. Typically, when I’m long-winded, it’s pretty lame.

savannahjaye:

“They’re shouting for you,” she said with a smile.
“But I could never have done it,” he objected, “without everyone else’s help.”
“That may be true,” said Reason gravely, “but you had the courage to try; and what you can do is often simply a matter of what you will do.”

“That’s why,” said Azaz, “there was one very important thing about your quest that we couldn’t discuss until you returned.”
“I remember,” said Milo eagerly. “Tell me know.”
“It was impossible,” said the king, looking at the Mathemagician.
“Completely impossible,” said the Mathemagician looking at the king.

“Do you mean————-” stammered the bug, who suddenly felt a bit faint.
“Yes, indeed,” they repeated together, “but if we’d told you then, you might not have gone—and, as you’ve discovered, so many things are possible just as long as you don’t know they’re impossible.”

And for the remainder of the ride Milo didn’t utter a sound. 

Relevant.