What is it with you and this whelmed thing?












fingerstriped:

"You’re carrying my books?"
"What? You want them to get wet?”











You’re ducking and moving just to hide your bruises from all your enemies 
And I’m in the crossfire dodging bullets from your expectancies



fingerstriped:

"I don’t need some insipid costume and a bird name. I’m way beyond your simplistic training. As you saw tonight.”