Come on, come out, come here, come here.

It kind of hit me today that I’ve been dating my best friend for almost three years, and it’s like…three years ago it was something I dreamt about and cried about in my bedroom and wrote dramatic tumblr posts about, and now it’s like…I’m here now and I’m so incredibly happy.

Three years ago, my dad would pull up in his driveway to pick me up at exactly midnight, and he would hug me and whisper, “three years and we’ll live in Nashville, and you can fall asleep in my arms every night.”

And now we’re sitting here in Nashville, and we’ve been trying to decide what to do for our anniversary. We’re currently torn between going to the aquarium restaurant and Rainforest Cafe.

I guess after this long, we’re less focused on making a show of all the romantic stuff. Not that it’s gone…in fact, he called me tonight saying he bought us tickets to see Once tomorrow night because he knows it’s my favorite show ever. But I guess now it’s like, we do what makes us happy, and for the most part just being together is enough.

What reminded me of all this is New York by Snow Patrol. It was just over two years ago when I was leaving for New York for the first time. I remember standing in his driveway for almost an hour just crying because I couldn’t bring myself to drive away, even though I was only leaving for eight days. He said if I could play piano for him, he would cover New York by Snow Patrol for me.

I can’t begin to explain how fascinated I am by him. I’m so infatuated with watching little things and observing everything. Thinking about it, he’s changed so much.

When I met him, he wanted to move to LA and be a musician and tour, and I remember making him cover Crazy Girl by the Eli Young Band because it was my favorite song at the time, and he grumbled not because he had a sprained wrist (which he did) and couldn’t play guitar, but because it was country music. And I guess things happened and he came to Nashville…of all places. And now he doesn’t play guitar as much, and I feel partially responsible for that, but I don’t know why.

I dont think I have any memories brighter than the ones where we sat on that bench outside of Must be Heaven for hours with an open guitar case in front of us, just taking turns playing songs for strangers so we could go out to dinner at Subway afterward. And every time he played guitar it was like he became this entirely different being who lived for music. He sang and suddenly I understood the thoughts running through his mind. It was always the same songs. Take Back the City, This Isn’t Everything You Are, Wonderwall, You and Me, Paper Heart, a few originals, and Fade Into Me if I begged you.

Some days I want all of that back. The way the music carried all of our emotions and the late nights counting our earnings after a successful gig. But I also always believe the best is yet to come, and sometimes that’s hard to believe with him because he finds ways to make me so incredibly happy every single day, and I think at the end of the day, that’s what being in love is about anyway.

HQ Wonderland Outtake

let me just say i’m pretty freaking pissed about no actual PLL halloween special are you kidding me

annethecatdetective:

burning-high-rise:

whorishgreen:

whorishgreen:

I’ve never been more emotional about any social media post in my entire life

UPDATE: guys Beth Broderick tweeted yesterday that this Salem is THE SAME SALEM!!! He’s 20 years old man!!!! 20!

That Salem is still kicking is all I care about.

ts-1989:

Somehow Billboard always gets it best.

taylorswift should follow me bc why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart

What I desperately need is the motivation of Elle Woods.

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

snazziest:

awwww-cute:

She looked perfectly into the camera

she looked perfectly into eternity u mean

HALLOWEEN EYES