//phi, with daddy's money: oh date idea

//OH YEAH BABY

//OF COURSE IT IS

i'd be the prom queen if crying was the contest

nurse phi holt. [ their singing voice’s nothing special, but hearing phi express joy so casually hits him like a car. he’s staring out at snow as white and wild as their hair and he thinks well, this is it, I’m fucked. yoshi tilts his head to hide his smile, waits til the song’s over so he >

nurse phi holt. > doesn’t interrupt their peace. (sal’s grinning in the back seat.) ] never heard that one. I’m surprised with myself. —it’s nice.

*slaps ass* this ones for our country's well being

I can't find my fucking eyeball-

i firmly believe that if tragedy happens in your life the first thing you have to do is to change your hair

//MADLAD MATT

//"white" WHERE'S THE FUCKING LIE

//IT HAD TO BE DONE

I don't speak *********,

a date...

Greetings rat bastards

maaaaaatt! [they laugh, pushing him away gently.] it's not that big a deal!

show our next tweet to your kid, they’ll love it

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