"There's no key to happines. But there's also no lock, so you're good," - Dakota Wint.
- but as cliché as it might sound, I’d like for you to stick around. I wanted to grow old with you, and sit on the porch together, staring at a sunset, sharing beer and reading neversent love letters. and listen to metal because we will never not be the most hardcore kids on the block. at 90 years old we would still be young, because as the time stopped, we would stop growing up: uddrag fra en af mine digte.
Jeg skriver hvad jeg vil, når jeg vil, på den måde jeg vil, og jeg kalder det hvad jeg vil, fordi jeg kan hvad jeg vil.