is there a way to disconnect music with the memories it's tied to?
because jack’s mannequin just came on and all i can think of are chilly winter nights, hot pumpkin spice coffee and clove cigarettes, driving around for hours and going absolutely nowhere, silly notes slipped under my bedroom door, giggling until i couldn’t walk anymore, talking until i got it all out, inside jokes and inappropriate laughter…and you still being my best friend.
and the worst part is, i really LIKED andrew mcmahon.
