It’s the music. That’s it, just music. Simple.
Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal… Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.
i need to just sit down for 87 years and finish watching all the tv shows i never ended up finishing
Hank Moody being hella blasphemous but also hella cute ◕‿◕