
in fact, i’d define true love as the ability to share one fridge* with the same person for seventeen years without resorting to fists. it also helps if you also toss in the occassional crumb of affection.
- charlie brooker
*bed

ow woman! if you wanted to play rough all you had to do was say so.

i’d definitely go to hastings to get bread for you. fuck, i’d even pop over to ostend for waffles.
yeah? is it a bacon sarnie, or is it another one of your lies?
look at those queens. i would have killed with this crowd, but you had to clip my wings which you used to be the wind beneath.
i’m not having a good time.