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
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.