Deformed, foul strumpets | The Coast Halifax

Deformed, foul strumpets

To the three people who are at once my friends, my loves, my family. It cannot be denied that we are highly dysfunctional, that our mood swings, slamming of doors and drunken rampages are at times hurtful and feel like a black hole from which we'll never escape... However, when we can let go of the the jealousy, the rivalry, the scrutiny and the deep-rooted-nameless-things that upset us, I do believe we have something magical.

As the sun begins to shine again, let's say FUCK IT, BUDDAY. I love you all. Sometimes it's so incredibly overwhelming and I feel SO FUCKING FORTUNATE to know you, to share memories with you. We are the lost boys. Let's dance in the kitchen again sometime soon. —Pernicious Boggler