I’m an idiot. From now on, no matter what happens… if you wanna punch me in the face, or spit in my mouth while I’m asleep, it doesn’t matter. I’m always gonna be watching your back. I think that we both have a light in our stomachs. A special light, like E.T. And the team needs somebody to light the way. My stomach light needs your stomach light. We can all phone home together.
(Source: wincested-archive, via calliotrope)