the next time i have the super brilliant idea to listen to death cab for cutie can someone do me a favor and remind me not to. i'd really aprecciate it. thanks
Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
MissBlackEyeInr (10:33:56 PM): i dont even know her and i hate her just cause u do MissBlackEyeInr (10:33:58 PM): it's like MissBlackEyeInr (10:34:01 PM): "do we like her"
The just didn't know the date. I cast a spell over the west. To make you think of me. The same way I think of you. This is a love song in my own way. Best friends. Ex-friends till the end. Better off as lovers. And not the other way around.
Something has been bothering me and I know what it is and how I feel about it but I don't know if I know how to successfully explain it. So I'm just going to try my best
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