the garlic bread one
I feel like that is me and that is why I have no friends.
i’d kiss you if it wouldn’t kill me; for a piemaker and a beekeeper
like the dawn—the oh hello’s | flowers in your hair—the lumineers | summer skin—death cab for cutie | when we first met—hellogoodbye | next to me—sleeping at last | no surprises—regina spektor | bella—angus & julia stone | one more time with feeling—regina spektor | 's wonderful—fred astaire & audrey hepburn | night time—the xx | no light, no light—florence + the machine | touch—daughter | hold you—nina nesbitt | politik—coldplay | marching bands of manhattan—death cab for cutie | sparks—coldplay | summer waltz/the drive—dustin o’halloran | we could stay—nicole reynolds | happy home (keep on writing)—kimya dawson | mushaboom—feist | you was—dean martin & peggy lee | home—edward sharpe & the magnetic zeroes | rain—dustin o’halloran
Love is lame tbh, it only gets you like 7 points in scrabble
liking someone and pretending you don’t is a lot of hard work
tyler and his hypothetical children will be the death of me
i want hannibal to say “you are what you eat” and stare directly into the camera for 15 seconds without blinking