They're telling you "it's fine" "it doesn't matter" "all is well" but next time you see them they're reading The Brothers Karamazov with a strange glimmer to their eyes.
It flows, it slips away, it calls me, it shines the brightest; my existence, which I can never hold for myself. It suspends like clouds, it dances. I am in awe of it and at the same time, I am in extreme agony. How ruthlessly it flees away from me
when gerard way sings “the broken, the beaten, and the damned” and when kermit the frog sings “the lovers, the dreamers, and me” they’re talking about the same people btw