Awesome talkative kid at the same row in the airplane today.
Plus the embarrassed mother.
Never mind Aunty, your company was cool.
(And seriously: did we have a new pilot today.
The landing was a little too much inertia for me.)
"Would someone care to classify, a broken heart is a twisted mind so I can find someone to rely on and run to them, to them, full speed ahead, no you are not useless we are just, Misguided Ghosts."— Paramore