you came with the season,
as the first swallow sang,
a brown headed stranger with a five-letter name


and I know our days are numbered,
early bird of the summer,
you'll fly south just as the fall begins

i think you're probably perfect.

i love your guts

but I'm still time zones away from who I was the day we met you were the first mile where my heart broke a sweat

you make smoking look SEXY

can we just talk about ASH STYMEST for one second..

i miss those moments so painfully

i know i'm rude to you, it's just because i got so hurt once, please don't take it personally.

she'll always love us, she just doesn't remember how, right now

i'm jealous of your little brother, more than i am of your girlfriend.