i will follow you into the dark // jayme dee [death cab for cutie cover]

the time for sleep is now but it’s nothing to cry about ‘cause we’ll hold each other soon in the blackest of rooms

(Source: sexmusic / Jayme Dee)


Last week I printed out a series of emails between me and my dad from my freshman year at college in which we talked about the R.E.M. song “Losing My Religion.” I read it over and over for the “Love, Dad”s and “Here’s my prediction: you’re going to ace the quiz and the presentation and the mid-term. I have no doubts.” It’s so, so, so bizarre to have lost my number one supporter. What holds me up anymore?