I’m sick of rap songs telling me what to do… “Bend over! Slap your ass, girl! Drop it like it’s hot!” Yeah, I’m gonna write a song back and be like, “Boooooy, brush your teeth! Yeah boy. Bump that jacket off your back. I’m fucking cold as shit.”

Morning Glories: Issues #1-18 
“Distance is a strange thing, Mr. Gibbs. We can put it in the smallest of places.”