His eyes were a striking blue, like blue Gatorade, and his cheeks were flushed, like red Gatorade. His demeanor was mysterious, yet refreshing, like yellow Gatorade. And his shirt was the hue of orange Gatorade
lana’s "if you weren’t mine i’d be jealous of your love" is such a perfect rock aphorism like it’s up there with "wild horses couldn’t drag me away" or “you’re asking me will my love grow, i don’t know" like it’s already up there in the great lines of music history to me