The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.
You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.
This one's for Alaska Young!
I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.
I feel like, like, how you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you.
I'm a bad boyfriend. She's a bad girlfriend. We deserve each other.