Yikes, guess I'm pretty tame when it comes to necking. And in case you were wondering from my use of the word "necking," yes, I'm in a relationship with reality TV and at current count my Make Out Club has many devoted members of (no)one. But don't exactly call me Les Miserables or something. I'm cool. I'm not crying. I'm just...making a playlist about all my "We'll always have Paris" make out memories? Fuck. Xoxo, 8 gaze-y good moments from Echo & the Bunnymen, Foo Fighters, and James Blake.