Look, TV Show. Let’s just get this straight.
I. love. trash. That’s just who I am. That’s what I do.
My heart is a giant garbage heap with one weary saint on top - and that was the tragic accident of association with the worst of the garbage.
So, all I’m saying, is if you want me in agony over a character, if you want my heart bleeding and raw, you need to threaten my beloved rubbish, the tragic wreckage that drinks to forget the face of the monster in the mirror and all his thousand mistakes.
(via tinsnip)
