*{ｇｕａｒｄｉａｎ;;

                                                  don’t          you          forget                                                   what          i’ve            been                                                   —t    h    r    o    u    g    h—                                                   and      y e t,      i’m        still                                                   s    t    a    n    d    i    n    g

( ☼ triumphv

               “sorry but - you mind playing your trumpet somewhere else?"

( ☼ zombiegig.

                              ``hey-----!! watch out!"

        he wipes at his face with his sleeve— 

        only to have nothing come back upon         examination. how his mother would          shriek at how his manners had degraded.         or at the fact that he was still alive. 

       ”there was nothing there. what’s your deal,          ginger? you’re starin’ at me like you’ve seen         a goddamned ghost or somethin’.”

i would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining