The Queen of Lower Chelsea | The Gaslight Anthem
Yeah we keep it down with the radio on,
And if you find a good man, don’t take him home.
American girls, they want the whole world.
They want every last little light in New York City.
loved spirited away.
fun. // At Least I’m Not As Sad (As I Used To Be)
I want to know your plans - Say Anything
you’re what keeps me believing the world’s not gone dead.
it’s weird because tonight i can’t feel anything at all.
and the part of me that isn’t under yet knows that it should be scary, but i can’t feel that. it’s like ‘scary’ doesn’t exist, and i can sort of see why my brain does this; it’s an illusion of actually being in control.
god, stop understanding exactly how i feel before i do. actually, don’t. it makes me feel like i really do have the greatest friend i have ever known.
i’m really starting to believe that you and i have selective telepathy that kicks in at the same time without either of us realizing it. it’s at the top of my ‘things i am endlessly grateful for’ list.
usually, i try to avoid thinking about how lucky we are to have each other because it overwhelms me.
