cuddling
fake dancing...because i really cant dance.
kissing
the deuce
riley clea & panic
money.
french fries.
ranch dressing.
pink and red starburst.
pillows.
checkered vans.
fake mashed potatoes.
singing...only around me and brit.
acoustic guitar
writing.
music
crying...yeah...i'm an emotional little baby.
diet pepsi.
pushup bras.
rain.
thunder
lightning
tattoos
makeup.
art.
photography.
sex drugs rock and roll.
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get up get down
action action
acceptance
the red west
limbeck
third eye blind
brand new
the cure
motion city soundtrack
murder by death
the postal service
death cab for cutie
blur
dismemberment plan
eric clapton
tom petty
the blood brothers
modest mouse
the distillers
ben folds
billie holiday
fiona apple
no doubt
phantom planet
the shins
alkaline trio
RXB
something corporate
the smiths
the vines
the strokes
jet
jamison parker
army for sleep
cary brothers
dead poetic
jimmyeatworld
green day
the fitness
jack johnson
midnight creeps
midtown
park
piebald
stars hide fire
sparta
daphne loves derby
a small victory
the used
the faint
kings of convenience
courtney love
blink 182
melee
my chemical romance
sleep station
franz ferdinand
the killers
jenoah
hellogoodbye
lucero
coheed and cambria
amber wilson
the doors
elefant
bright eyes
when brit plays the guitar for me
and soooo much more!
griffin & phoenix
walk the line
big fish
dead man's chest
Garden State
house
CSI
cold case
without a trace
um...
my mom
my dad
sarah
brit
oma. she's the most bad ass grandma ever