Living
Rules are meant to be followed, and I don’t exactly see anyone following them.
Distract yourself from contemplating the wolf of oblivion that nips at your heels.
Because who has the time or the emotional energy for that kind of stuff?
Is that a single tear streaming down your face, or a just a drop of ocean water? Only one way for him to find out…
When I first saw Nicky kiss Morello, I thought, “That’s me. I’m a prisoner.”