“I think of you a lot. I think of you and me walking along in a parking lot at night. Our shoulders rubbing against each other as we listen to our voices. We’re both damaged and beautiful. We know the order of order and the order of disorder. We’ve both been hunted and nearly destroyed by weaklings w…”— Henry Rollins, fuckyeahhenryrollins.tumblr.comTagged: Love, Poetic, Togetherness, idea, Imagination