I only know how to exist when I am wanted. Girls like us are hardly ever wanted, you know. We’re used up and we’re sad and drunk and perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up and tell us that we did good. Well, you did good.
Nobody’s saying our neighborhood is the Garden of Eden. Hell, some people say God avoids this place all together.
”...Because I love you….You’re my path, And you’re always gonna be my path. I’m following you now. I’m just gonna follow you everywhere.I’m just gonna follow you for the rest of my life”
For Iron Man 3 when I came here, and I did my gauntlet dance and all that stuff, that was the heightened of my narcissism. There’s no way to go except back to the ground from there.