oonachaplins:“Dear diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count. Everybody’s sad…but it’
oonachaplins: “Dear diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count. Everybody’s sad…but it’s kind of a weird kind of sad. Suicide gave Heather depth, Kurt a soul, and Ram a brain. I don’t know what it’s given me, but I have no control over myself when I’m with J.D. Are we going to prom or to hell?” HEATHERS (1988) -- source link