01. Pompeii - Bastille
02. Cough Syrup - Bastille
03. Somewhere Only We Know - Keane
04. Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop - Landon Pigg
05. Don't Leave Me (Ne Me Quitte Pas) - Regina Spektor
Hey guys. Sorry for the lack of posts
although you really should be used to it by now I had planned on writing a fic to go along with the last text, but decided against because I didn’t have the time nor the inspiration. However, I got the idea from this fic right here, and while I would’ve changed some things around had I written one myself, that fic is wonderful and probably much better than anything I could’ve come up with so go read that if you’re interested.
Also I may be posting more texts but don’t hold your breath.
And did I mention I finally changed the theme? It’s nice go check it out.
Absolutely. You’re officially on my list of people to invite over when I have an excess of liquor to share.
I thought he was making you up, actually. You know, something to try and get a rise out of us, but apparently I was wrong. You seem lovely. -R
I know right, it’s completely terrifying when people actually care about you. I’m sure he means well, though, and if he doesn’t just tell Combeferre to tell me and I’ll kick his ass for you. -R
Courf’s never mentioned anyone named Finn, I don’t think. But I’ll ask him about it. I’m sure he’ll at least want to meet the guy.