Straarup & Co

And you know: Boys will be boys

Amy’s mom is not crazy about me

“Special as in special.
One of a kind.”

I can’t help smiling.
Normally not my style.
But nobody has ever called me beautiful before.
I look like Darth Vader’s
child with Death.

ow’s words are gnawing at me.

Snow’s words are gnawing at me.

Why do we always have to wear clothes and shoes

that hurt, just to look good?

Are you only your looks?

He’s a mama’s boy in a suit.

way back when we were little

it was love at first sight.

One badass recognizing

another badass.

Dirty knees.

Grass all over.

Arm in arm.

That was us.

But now?

Now here we are

back to back.