Come and get your love…
Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, everybody lives.
"what’s the worst that could happen? I’ll be TOO cool?" I say as I strap the rocket blasters to my heelys
you shouldn’t have been listening.
i wasn’t, i didn’t need to — that was me talking.