Watching: House, M.D.
Listening: The 1975
Reading: Slow Lightning by Eduardo C. Corral
“I will love you forever; whatever happens. Until I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I’ll drift about forever, all my atoms, until I find you again.” (x)
This is going to get ugly.
It already has.
And you’re — what? Petty thief, with delusions standing? Sad little king of a sad little hill.
“Why would it upset you?”