Is this my last comment? My last chance to hurl my thoughts into this beautiful well? What can I say that fits this enormity, both the meanings of it, the right and the wrong, all at once? Only nerds have words for these moments. I shall speak these nerd-words, and let it be.
Of all the souls I have encountered in my travels, yours are the most....human.
I'LL STAY A WEEK OR TWO
I'LL STAY THE SUMMER THROUGH
BUT I AM TELLING YOU
I AM NOTTTTTT
I HAVE THE RIGHT TO TRAVEL FREELY THROUGH THIS WEBSITE. THIS IS AN ILLEGAL SEARCH.
Would that I could convert you all into real meatspace friends.
here is the deepest secret nobody knows. (this is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
take to the fucking sea
Goddamn knit sweaters. Finish your damn selves.
That goes for you, too, second inadvisable Doctor Who scarf.
I LOVE YOU. I HAVE SQUATTER'S RIGHTS.
All this week I've been anxious, worried about yet another plot of social ground to be pulled away from under my feet. All camaraderie and thoughtful contact we will all miss out on, at the end of this day. I was afraid, afraid that I'd never be able to fill this void.
I'm not afraid anymore. Thank you, Hillary.
I would often reenact the climactic Simba/Scar duel at the end of The Lion King with my friend, in 4th grade, outside at recess. What that means is that we would circle each other, snarling, and then wrestle, in plain view of everyone.
Thank God for high school band, haven of the weird, earnest and expressive. I'd hate to think of what my middle- and high-school years would have been like if I hadn't had a place to flee to, away from the witnesses of my strange youth.