Actually, it’s my sort-of dream to eventually be the old lady in the neighborhood that’s like the crazy old lady, like crazy old Martha, and just have, like, messy white hair and, like, ratty clothes, and I just drive around all day dead-eyeing teenagers. It’s, like… it’s my dream. I can’t wait to be there for that.
i have a buster centered prompt! maybe he gets sick on the day of one of the performances and tries his hardest not to fuckign die on stage