alright. i'm dying for bellingham. where a band like deathcab becomes inspired to write lyrics like
"god bless the daylight, the sugary smell of springtime
remembering when you were mine
in a still suburban town
when every thursday i'd break those mountain passes
and you'd skip your early classes
and we'd learn how our bodies worked"
missinglunchbox: but then, emo is about cuddly love and meaningless sex.
i'm living in a dream. imagining everything that could be, and refusing to accept how it is. walking in the chilly air, browsing through the bookstore. coffee with brent. waking up early and hungover, dragging myself to classes with unwashed hair. reading by myself on a bench. listening to emo constantly. oh, blah again. do homework.