“She was like a cigarette; something I knew I shouldn't have, but I craved it now, it was consuming my thoughts with: when am I going to have my next smoke? She's comfort to my soul but all at the same time, I knew this was going to kill me."
—Ethan Dolan: The Shattered
“Can I trust that you’ll love me?”
“As much as you can trust yourself.”
“I don’t then,”
“Good. Now, let’s fück,”
“Excuse me?!”
“Are you deaf? Hold on, let me rephrase that. ARE YOU DEAF?”
“No! I’m not deaf!”
“Okay, now c’mon,”