Wednesday, March 20, 2013

"once they have you, they dart, quick harsh little dagger eyes at the least impressive thing done by any guy around you. in the end, their lives are a mini universe in which they are sole king and ruler. the universe really is their bedroom scattered in dirty socks and broken stringed guitars, and records blaring loud voices, guitar riffs that might knock the crown off the next guy’s head. and would i give up my stuff, my secrets, my girlish giggles, my best friends and our mischievous adventures for that? no. not even. not even if it was urgent. "


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