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
23 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, nerd. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder; living with PTSD. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
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
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?
