SHE'S ALRIGHT. SHE'S ALRIGHT.

She's a super creep, super creep, she's super creepy. Everybody sang. She's a very special giiirrrlllll..

GOODNIGHT.

This.

This is the feeling he gives me when we're laying in bed and his fingers comb my hair and the air around us is filled with the scent of cologne I got him. This is the feeling he gives me when I'm being stubborn and he tells me I'm pretty and that he loves me to erase all negativity. This is the feeling he gives me when we're watching Netflix and we laugh at the same time. This is the feeling he gives me when he brings me pizza and tucks me in. This is the feeling he gives me when we're together, this.

DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL.

Hey guys, remember this guy?! He sends his hello's, and well wishes, let's send him ours.

Goodnight and good luck.

:)

Death cab.

HEARTLESS.

Is there something to hold on to? Is there some kind of resolution? If these are the last days, why don't we spend it together?