"and there's nothing stronger than her prayer, nothing stronger than the smell of reds; my father's reds"

don't blame yourself, for anything. and don't blame the world either. life is beautiful. life is fucking gorgeous. i love you. all of you. thank you so fucking much for making it all worth living, yeah? i want to drive around anthem with all of you in a car a little too late at night with no more room in the backseat for the rest of my life.