when will we stop TALKING and starting DOING? when will we finally make serious attempts at building a quentin tarantino themed amusement park? where is my death proof bumper cars and my black mamba roller coaster and my mr. orange water ride (the water’s dyed red because you’re floating in a pool of his blood)??
Don’t fall in love with me. I will take you to a museum and leave you there. All by yourself. You can call me and be mad and tell me to “come back and get you” but i won’t and you will call your mom and look like an idiot when you say “Hey mom, it’s just me. Yea, he did it again. He left me at the air and space museum this time. I’m sorry, I know it’s the 4th time but I thought he would change.”