on the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit but just like an onion when you peel off more layers you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying
happiness can be found in:
dance floors/ any phone call after 12 am/ beer/ forested mountains/ the kitchen/ the quiet/ used book stores/ bicycles/ vanilla and cinnamon/ empty movie theaters/ museums/ climbing over fences/ rain against windows/ his bed
