Holy tits. Quite literally. I was terrified these thick babies would just fall right off in the early June heat in the middle of a farm in Tennessee, but BOY WAS I WRONG. I brought some ugly back-up pasties incase it did happen, but never needed them! I’m not a girl who just walks around festivals and sits and listens to music, either. No. I was at Bonnaroo this past weekend. (Camping. Hot. Sweaty as.. well... tits again!!!!) I dance and I rage and I head bang and I run and I shuffle and these babies STUCK WITH ME AN ENTIRE SATURDAY FULL OF MUSIC, DANCING, SWEATING, AND SUN. I am beyond happy and impressed and satisfied. So thank you so much, Rave Wonderland (which names makes me rlly happy cause I just saw Alison Wonderland) <3