(no subject)

Thankyou, Peter, for keeping me alive and sane last night, at the expense of your much-needed sleep.

And for making my weekend decent.

I scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere.
Just get me past this dead and eternal snow
Cause I swear that I'm dying. Slowly, but it's happening
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere
just take me there and say and lie to me and say it's gonna be all right.