Then cram that shit into your holemouth and enjoy the fuck outta those sugars and spices, everything nice in life is determined by you and yourself alone, and the ramblings of a lunatic must never affect you in this regard.

But the moment you decide that it’s okay to push those hard-earned significances you’ve made for yourself about a thing into another person, you’re gonna have a bad time. You should have a bad time. Ideally.