"Jill is in trouble. I think that, like a lot of high schoolers, she feels a particular pressure, and it influences her in a way that makes her act out. But not only is she dealing with the high school all teenagers have to deal with, she’s also in this particularly depressing world where everyone has lost someone. My mom’s not home, and my dad’s struggling with all sorts of chaos in the town as the chief of police, and Jill is shy and introverted—but also she’s very angry and brave."
Just so you know, it is possible for some people to be ok, Jill. Are you ok, Aimee? I am fuckin’ fantastic, and i got to say, I think your dad would be too if you’d just fuckin’ let him. Did you fuck him? What? Did you? Did you fuck my dad? Yeah, Jill. I did. I fucked your dad. And I felt really bad about it, so i was like “hey, Mr. Garvey, this is so wrong.” but he was like “hey, let’s stop pretending to be ok because no one is ok.” And he was totally right, and he was so hard, Jill. So I fucked the shit out of him on top of a pile of guns. Fuck you! Fuck you!
You don’t want it, you don’t want what I have, then I relieve you of it.
“Imagine a place where the dead rest on shelves like books. Each body has a story to tell…” ― Victoria Schwab, The Unbound (The Archived)
Roads go ever ever on over rock and under tree. By caves where never sun has shone, by streams that never find the sea. Over snow by winter sown and through the merry flowers of June. Over grass and over stone and under mountains of the moon.