( world’s best singer; )
he gives her a look but he starts singing anyways — albeit more than a little off key. ” back to the street where we began feeling as good as lovers can, you know yeah we’re feeling so good. pickin’ up things we shouldn’t read it looks like the end of history as we know it’s just the end of the world ~ ♪ “
he gives her a look but he starts singing anyways — albeit more than a little off key.
” back to the street where we began feeling as good as lovers can, you know yeah we’re feeling so good.
pickin’ up things we shouldn’t read it looks like the end of history as we know it’s just the end of the world ~ ♪ “
Dad’s the best singer. Colette doesn’t notice the little screeches in his voice. He’s great.
( personal concert; )
” so what song do you want me to sing for you tonight? “
“I donno, ’m tired… Nine in the Afternoon?“
“That wasn’t supposed to happen.“
( proud father; )
” ———————— have you been hanging out with uncle Damon again? “
“ —— Maybe.“
(Source: sassyxlette)
( we should pick a song; )
” Dare I ask who? “
“His name is M.F. Cookie, but he likes it when you call him Oh Rio.“
( father of the groom; )
“ ————— since when?”
“Since now.”
“I’m getting married!“
( daddy; )
”Are you sure you didn’t leave it under your bed again?” He’s no stranger to her tears, though it doesn’t make it any easier on his poor heart.
”Are you sure you didn’t leave it under your bed again?”
He’s no stranger to her tears, though it doesn’t make it any easier on his poor heart.
“Five times!“
Sometimes she swores her voodee dolls use their stuffed legs to run away. She isn’t mean to her dollies, is she? She doesn’t think so, but then why else would they run away?