In My Headphones, I Led A Life

The Dilemma Of The Eighth-grade Dance Is That Boys And Girls Use Music In Different Ways. Girls Enjoy Music They Can Dance To, Music With Strong Vocals And Catchy Melodies. Boys, On The Other Hand, Enjoy Music They Can Improve By Making Up Filthy New Lyrics.

One Nice Thing About Growing Up Catholic Is It Makes You Open-minded About Other People's Religions, Since Ours Is Nuttier Than Yours.

But The Answer Is Simple. Love Is A Mix Tape.

The Way I Pictured It, All This Grief Would Be Like A Winter Night When You're Standing Outside. You'll Warm Up Once You Get Used To The Cold. Except After You've Been Out There For Awhile, You Feel The Warmth Draining Out Of You And You Realize The Opposite Is Happening; You're Getting Colder And Colder, As The Body Heat You Brought Outside With You Seeps Out Of Your Skin. Instead Of Getting Used To It, You Get Weaker The Longer You Endure It.

The Times You Lived Through, The People You Shared Those Times With — Nothing Brings It All To Life Like An Old Mix Tape. It Does A Better Job Of Storing Up Memories Than Actual Brain Tissue Can Do. Every Mix Tape Tells A Story. Put Them Together, And They Can Add Up To The Story Of A Life.