Notes
Because somewhere in America, there is a town where it is almost always winter. A town with one bar and one liquor store; a town where everybody knows whose brother can get meth, where the queer kids keep quiet, where the families are small and broken. Where the kids are lonely, and want out.
But in that town there are also geniuses, and odd friendships, and long nights, first loves, good weed, good laughs, good tunes, and courage, and kindness, true loyalty, and at least a couple of angels.
1 comment on Puffy Coats
seeingghosts October 16, 2013
OH MY GOD SPARROW I'M CREY
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