Gotta seize life, do something man, do something that matters. Squeeze the f—k out of every day. Life’s all sewn up, everything’s in its right place, charged, ready. What happened to all the heroes, man? (—Cook)
What do people in Shakespeare do when it’s all fucked, when they’re trapped? How do they work it all out? Maybe stories are just stories. Or maybe… we can make our life story. So marry me, Grace Violet Blood.