*Rattling Locks-Josh Ritter
*Please Please Let Me Get What I Want- The Smiths
Because isn’t every Morrissey song apropo of all heartbreak?
*Up All Night- Best Coast
It is almost 2am on a work night, if that isn’t a qualifying factor, I don’t know what is.
*Sorrow- The National
I don’t want to be contradictory to the story, however, I would like to give nameless person up. If it were at all possible that I could make a turn without my mind being reminded of of what I’ll never have.
* I Want You- Elvis Costello, as preformed by Fiona Apple
Sometimes it hurts so good, especially when reverb is involved.
I was wondering how tall you are, I’ve tried to google it but there aren’t any results. Whats up with that? There are pictures of you being shorter than AND taller than other people. I’d like an official statement because I need to know how to proceed with my unwanted crush on you. I mean how else am i supposed to continue my crush on you without being able to properly picture us together appropriately, height wise? I am a tall lady at 5’11 so i don’t want you to be disproportionate to me. Unless of course you’re into that sort of thing.
Not only are you funny, tan, and handsome (tall? short? dark, and handsome?) but mostly you’re hip in that non tragicly ironic kind of way. I mean really, those silly hipsters with their handlebar mustache. Thats not ironic if it’s attached to your face and it took three months of commitment. A three wolf t-shirt i get because at the end of your sweaty day riding that fixie gear you can take it off and take a hot sexy shower. it’s not a part of you. I’d like to get to know a part of you. Is that to forward?
I do have to admit that part of my crush on you stemmed from your “celebrity playlist” (*not in a mocking tone, the whole ” un ” part). I like what you like! I think it was Rob Gordon who said it best when he stated “It’s what you LIKE, not what you are like.” BTW, I love shoe gaze and riding snowmobiles while making mango mixed drinks. I have a funny anecdote about the time at the tender age of 16 I sold weed to Q-tip, and Phife Dawg in order to get into their concert. Which in turn led to Mr. Malik driving my car, leading him to buy a VW beetle for his little cousin after the test drive. That of course, isn’t the funny version.
I suppose I just gave that all away, that’s silly. I do that when I like someone a lot and get over excited. I hope you don’t respect me any less as your crushing fan.