A Lesser Beauty: A Dissertation on Love

[feraldolce]

What I should have done was wait. I should’ve waited, kept working for the literary agent, re-taken the GREs with more focus, and written a new writing sample that adequately addressed my graduate focus: dystopias and existentialism. But what we should do and what we end up doing, those are hardly ever the same thing. Instead I dove into a graduate

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[roterstern]

I am tired right now but I need to answer to this. I don't want long words now, the only thing I'm saying is that there has to be a fate for you to turn to this fandom and write LB, and for me to turn to fandom and be able to read LB. Fucking clichéd, maybe, probably. But I wonder, I wonder how this could come to pass, at such times. 150,000 words of your heart that my heart soaked up like it was empty, like it needed those words. For that, I still cannot thank you enough.

I wish you from the bottom of my being that you will be all right, that you will love and live and be happy and have fun. And that your heart will be healthy. I will avidly wait for any update you might write or not.

Shit's about to get a hundred times more difficult, is it? Look at what you've done so far. Look at your 150,000 words, at how you hurt yourself, look at everything and then smile, for you've beaten the worst shit so fucking great. Smile, because you will make it.

I'm writing too much again, so I'll settle for Good Luck and Thank You. I will be thinking of you, I am thinking of you.