“I am drowning, there is no sign of land. You are coming down with me, hand in unloveable hand. And I hope you die, I hope we both die.”
-The Mountain Goats, No Children
A whole garden of flowers and my name etched on a rock, all this could’ve been avoided, all I wanted was to talk. Now I’ve been appointed as your new king, I degree, that it’s too late to start caring about me!
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