a year of words.
Stupid decisions are meant to be made.

I guess I can thank your mother for that.

Deep down, I just want to know that you’re happy. Nothing more, nothing less.

I swear, I’m surrounded by idiots.

If my red eyes don’t see you anymore, and I can’t hear you through the white noise,
Just send your heartbeat.
I’ll go to the blue ocean floor, where they’ll find us no more.