"This was Nathan being brave. Brave and snarky, and that was the way he wanted to go, unafraid and on his feet. Like a warrior. His death song would always be this-jokes and snideness and pretend arrogance, and that look in his eyes that said 'I am better than you'."
Where she walks, no flowers bloom
He’s the one I see right through
She’s the absinthe on my lips
The splinter in my fingertips
But who could do without you?
“If you were half as funny as you think you are, you’d be twice as funny as you are now.”
All I want is a vodka.
Is there any particular reason you’re not having one?
Did someone really reserve the studio for a birthday party? A fucking birthday pa— Nevermind, nevermind.
What do you have against birthday parties?
"I want to be an angst-ridden boy who can’t confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead."
R…Really? N-No- no, you don’t have to do that, Nathan, you don’t have to-
I don’t have to do anything, but I want to, Izzy. I’m not going to let you stay out on the street. Hell, I’ll buy you another apartment if that’s what you want.