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You and your high top sneakers and your sailor tattoos
And your old '55 that you drove through the roof of the sky
Up above, these indifferent stars
Where you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms
- Old White Lincoln, The Gaslight Anthem

Filled your glass with gin
Filled your heart with pride
And you, you had hope for me now
I danced all around it somehow
Be fair to me, I may drift awhile
- Port of Call, Beirut

Sometimes I have really, really bad nights. Nights where I sort of breakdown because sometimes I just need to because life gets frustrating or bad or scary and it just happens. But then when all the bad things go away, good things come in waves. I know there will be bad things again, but for now, I have booming illustration and design work, a first on my dissertation, a pair of famous legs, a starring role, and a lot ahead.

Also, I liked the slightly blurry versions of this as well...

Cradle me, I'll cradle you
I'll win your heart with a whoop-a-woo
Pulling shapes just for your eyes
So with toothpaste kisses and lines I'll be yours and you'll be
Lay with me, I'll lay with you
We'll do the things that lovers do
Put the stars in our eyes
And with heart shaped bruises and late night kisses, divine
- Toothpaste Kisses, The Maccabees

^That, I want that.