“Baby, I know you’ve got all those crazy, lofty goals. Going to art school and following your dreams and whatnot.

Blah, blah, blah… Just throw it to the side; you know I can support us all on my own. And, worst case, I’ll just have to sell some drugs to my little brother’s friends. If you do have to sell your body once or twice… or seven times, it’ll be worth it. And trust me, one day my band is going to make it and this will all be just a distant, distant dream.”

i love Say Anything.
i love this. This is nice. Sitting in this bed, its ten-twentyfive in the morning.
its all good.