“Let me tell you something, Bastard. Never forget what you are — the rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor and it can never be used to hurt you.”
One word and eight letters will always hurt me more and cut me deeper than I should allow.
More than anything, I’m afraid of what it will mean when I take this jersey off.
but you are what you love, tim
and not what loves you back
and i’m in love with illusions, so saw me in half