See what? I didn’t see anything. There were no scary people there. Nothing freaky. I’m going home now and tomorrow I’m going to have the doctors check for a brain tumor. Full battery of tests. Whole nine yard. Whatever’s wrong with me, we’ll find it and deal with it. At this point, my vote is either tumor or space alien testing. Either one works for me. (Geary)
I need you to rescue me from my destiny, I'm tryna live right and give you whatevers left of me.
Hear me when I say I believe nothings gonna change destiny. Whatevers meant to be will work out perfectly.
I mean, whatever’s supposed to happen is gonna happen.
I have complete faith in the continued absurdity of whatever’s going on.
My songs pretty much revolve in my brain most of the time - usually, whatevers coming next.
When my husband of almost 20 years can’t take his eyes off me? That’s amazing. But the number one reason I go to the gym is because it keeps me sane; I can deal with whatever’s coming at me.
