Dear Lastnight,

washing hair, messy bed, bike rides, cold hands, jumping bushes, white pictures, running the whole way, best behavior, television, chris rock, sleepysleepy, it's eleven!

Oh, and dancing. Of course there was dancing.

WHY IS THIS SO WIERD??
If you have nothing to say,
then neither do I.

I just fucking give up.
Fuck grilled cheeses and giggling.

Last night was outraaaageous.
I can't even think straight.

WE'LL WAKE UP
WE'LL MAKE UP
AND DO THIS FOR THE LAST TIME

SURPRISE ME SURPRISE ME
OH YOU DO

MAKE UP YOUR MIND
AND I'LL MAKE UP MINE

Dear Fran ( Read more... )

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You eat up every little thing she says.
It makes me SIIIICK.

Or maybe you did
Maybe you like me and stuff
Maybe 'cause we're crazy in
LOOOOOOVE

OHOH BOOOOY YOU MAKE ME A FREAK

When you're not around
This is our sound

I WANT DAAAAAANCE PARTIIIIIIIIIIES.

IF YOU HAVE ONE, WHO WILL COME?