Like dude, where's my car?
Baby, I think I lost my mind. Feels like you crashed into my life. I keep on losing track of time. I'm so messed up, yeah, I'm so messed up.


Promise me that no matter how big our careers get, we’ll always write songs together. I promise.


 playing basketball at the white house. ya, no big deal. 

make me choose between two things:
anonymous made me choose between: critics and confidence or glee clubs and glory


Just strolling along looking hot