"What’s Roarton going to do without your handsome face to brighten up their day?"

You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.


This is 100% what happened during that scene and if you disagree you’re just lying to yourself.

Grimes for Yen Magazine

Don’t ever say I’m not a man of my word again.