super late but i tried a new style and ended up with only a sketch… maybe if we’re lucky ill finish it by this time next year lmao
but happy birthday dave and rose!!!!! i know dave’s was technically yesterday but i figured he could wait to celebrate w the coolest flighty broad in town
So make all your last demands for I will forsake you and I’ll meet your eyes for the very first time, for the very last
2. Us – Regina Spektor
We wear our scarves just like a noose But not cause we want eternal sleep
3. Your Side – Young the Giant
We will be fine. I’m still here. You’re in the right Everybody knows I tried And you tried.
4. Tune Out – The Format
No one I know is more depressing than me or should I say, the two of us Cos after all we’re all we’ve got.
5. Lazarus Phenomenon – Bike For Three!
They’d bathe in the same water, same anguish. They spoke bad French, but laughed in the same language.
6. Rain – Josh Vietti
Instrumental
7. What Sarah Said – Death Cab for Cutie
“Love is watching someone die.” So who’s gonna watch you die?
8. We Both Go Down Together – The Decemberists
We fall, but our souls are flying. And oh, my love, my love We both go down together.
9. This Is Not the End(The Moon) – The Bravery
Not even earth can hold us Not even life controls us Not even the ground can keep us down
10. You’re Not Stubborn – Two Door Cinema Club
The critics talk of stubbornness But you’re just passionate, you’re just passionate
11. Go Places – The New Pornographers
Yes, a heart should always go one step too far Come the morning and the day winding like dreams Come the morning every blue shade of green Come with me, go places
Art by Jennifer! {x} {and coloured by me but that’s not important}
Dave paid Rose in Barnes and Noble’s giftcards to go to prom with him.
They ended up ditching and heading to cash in her sweet loot before the store closed though.
Then they made out in the children’s section.
Rose is one of five followers on Dave’s selfies blog.
He constantly changes the URL to avoid her.
She always finds it again.
Rose first met Dave in second grade when he was reading Edgar Allan Poe under the pretense of it being full of “dope rhymes” and that it was “hella ironic” for a cool kid like him to be reading it.
She could tell he actually liked it, and complemented him on his taste in his quote: “literature rap”.
She ended up pulling out some Emily Dickinson and read by him every recess after that.
He still refuses to call it poetry.
They write stories together, and compete for who can turn in the most illegible insane complex metaphor-filled English papers.
It’s usually a draw.
Rose never gives it away that Dave’s intelligent to his “cool friends” since he asked her not to.
She still teases him about hiding it though.
They both end up graduating and heading to California for college.
They room together and occasionally Skype with John and Jade.
it’s not really in the spots littered over tan skin but more in the breath that passes from her mouth to his when he’s able to drag the blunt nails she painted on over the constellations of her spine and its somewhere beyond that and
maybe its something else
it’s not quite cherry coke when she laughs and the air sparkles but it’s also far more cloying than any wine on any shelf
and it’s not as bitter as the tears they both taste on sleepless nights or as quiet as the words that are whispered and forgotten just as soon as they brush over his tongue
it isnt the vanilla perfume on her collar
its sweeter than the lipgloss she keeps in her purse but it’s darker than the black of the lipstick she wears beneath it its sharper than her words and it tastes a little bit like blood when its too quiet out but fresher and more and its more
sometimes
he thinks it might be death
but somewhere deeper within even that is the taste of air and water and life and everything that keeps him here to breathe all of it in and he thinks maybe it is or maybe it isnt but
sometimes when they lay awake and the city sleeps around them, two souls shielded only by freckles and perfume and outdated sheets
daverosed 