It’s my glamorous face. Kiss me, anon, kiss me hard before you go.
Thank you!! :D
The speed of sound in seawater.
Why does it seem like I am separate from everybody else. Everybody else thinks one way or sees one point and I’m over on the other side. Then they all look at me like I’m crazy, but I think they are. Everybody else believes in god. Everybody else hates English. Everybody else hates this book. Everybody else likes that movie.
If it weren’t for my friends I feel like I would be largely alone in this big world. I don’t know what I would do without them.