“I love you. Not…not like they told you love is. And I didn’t know this either. But love don’t make things nice. It ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren’t here to make things perfect. Snowflakes are perfect. Stars are perfect. Not us. Not us. We are here to ruin ourselves, and to break our hearts, and love the wrong people, and die. I mean, the storybooks are bullshit. Now. I want you to come upstairs with me, and–and get in my bed.”
-Ronnie Cammaroni
In other news, it seems every resident of my city is collectively raising a middle finger to the corrupt, unnecessary, retarded, irrelevant-to-Canada FIFA World Cup. Very nice. Promising. Maybe we’ll finally put down our black mirrors and do something about anything. Eventually.
I’m leaving you with a song that’s been propping me up lately. RIP, Shane. I’ll see you in the next 10-15 years, probably:

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