“Fuck nobility. Fuck music. Only love. Only sky.”
“Fuck all the firsts, Sky. The only thing that matters to me with you are the forevers.”
“Fuck you,” Tinsley shot back, but it was one of those friendly fuck-yous that you can only say to people you love.”
“As if music were a separate thing you could drive yourself into, make love to, fuck.”
“I love him. He’s not just a star, he’s the whole fucking sky to me.”
“So badly did he not want to fuck it up, he could only fuck it up.”