KaraDawlish

Emptied out Brandons drawer because I’m running out of clothes space and along with bathing suits and clothes I literally find a packet of ketchup, global contact information, and styrofoam ear plugs. kgfjdhkjfhgd why have I been letting this take up space in my dresser :’] KETCHUP… from Popeyes. which means its from Virginia. gfhf

845 is about sex in Brandons basement…

You guys just wouldn’t understand.

Sometimes I go on these nonstop insane psycho person rants and he loves them and will go quiet and refuse to talk and listens to me forever and laughs and takes it all in and says he wishes he could record it, but I accidentally just had one of those moments on facebook… and he can totally record that. What if he shares my insanity?Awks.

Anonymous asked: stalking you like finding that song that neil sang with brandon about how much he loves you? that's kind of after the fact awkward.

Haha. It’s funny. It was cute. Brandon and I are douchebags, and Neil’s a douchebag, and I don’t find it awkward as much as proof of the fact that we’re all a bunch of stupid assholes. Abusing eachothers emotions…

d3fendtopbunk asked: Fuck off

Eat babies.

All I’ve Got is quality. Brandon and I sat here with the song on repeat 32 times before realizing. I can’t even begin to guess whether that was more or less plays than the night 845 was released. For whatever reason, it took 3 listens through to reach its full potential. The first two it just made me sad. I have no idea why this song hits me wierd, even recorded, mastered, and full band…

Whatever. Chicken noodle soup and sleep for me.

I feel like shit.

Something I’m hella grateful I ever got the opportunity to do;

attend a ska show with my boyfriend. Nothing can ever surpass that memory. I’m bouncing through the halls at school drowning everything out with the sound of Streetlight and remembering being shoved up against the barrier, jumping around, shirtless wet and sweaty guys on all sides dancing and going insane, but every once in a while his hand would find mine and he’d wrap himself up around me from behind going crazy to the music. One of those nights where the party’s so tight you don’t even need an after party. Just hopped in the shower, and curled up and passed out together when we got home.