|Side one:||Pictures of Starbucks and girls who have dip-dyed hair|
|Side two:||People crying over fictional gay couples|
|Side three:||genuinely fucked up people looking for support and a place they don't have to hide. An escape.|
My grandpa has Alzheimer’s so he has no idea who my grandma is but everyday for the last three or four months he brings her in flowers from their garden and asks her to run away with him and be his wife and everyday she says she already is and everyday the smile my grandpa gets on his face is the most beautiful heartfelt thing I have ever seen.