I have only said one word on this call—a call I made—and I’m already ready to settle into another few hours of Arthur rambling. It’s better than my favorite Lorde and Lana Del Rey songs.
I have only read 50% of this book—a book I chose to read—and I’m not ready to settle into another few hours of delusional pain. It’s worse than my favorite Lil Mabu and Tom Macdonald songs.
