I'M PRETTY, I'M LOVED

I’ve made arrangements to be cremated, have my ashes placed into Mama Lu’s opium pipes. The users won’t mind.

I am not cold.                           I just, well, I don’t like public displays of  e m o t i o n .

Love is… waiting impatiently for your parents to get over with their silly mutual disputes and to take you home at last.

Plus I could see she liked him. She was meaner to him than the other kids. You know, like Lisbon is to me.

Don’t you ever do that to me again, ever.

inspired by a tweet somewhere on the wide wide web sent by @crimson-ball-of-fire

Lisbon: “Okay, I am not jealous and resentful. That is nonsense.” Jane: “Yet you recall my exact words.”

What is his type?

Jane being a 4 year old around Lisbon

“You want to keep her, be more receptive to her interests.“