so I just finished reading The Hating Game and like... are his walls gonna be like green/hazel in the movie or are they gonna take that away from us like they took the reflective glass office and gloomy Josh away from us?
In isolation my imagination has run wild and this album is a result, a collection of songs and stories that flowed like a stream of consciousness. Picking up a pen was my way of escaping into fantasy, history, and memory. I’ve told these stories to the best of my ability with all the love, wonder, and whimsy they deserve. Now it’s up to you to pass them down.
I find it really funny how The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina can be a show with great writing and plot lines that make sense (even though it’s usually because of magic), while Riverdale is set in the same universe and just... doesn’t have that