"i don’t care if it’s your school fight song, i’m not singing it. you don’t even play sports here."
“Hindered by sober restlessness. Submitting to the amber crutch. The theme in my aching prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan; that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love. The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly.
- “Is it blissful?”
"It’s like a dream."
- “I want to dream.”
never needed a Boss action figure more than i do right now