zen and the art of hurtling towards the ground at a million miles an hour; a manifesto

[apiphile]

HEY GUYS IT'S NEARLY TIME TO EXPRESS YOUR AFFECTION FOR SOMEONE ON THE MANDATED DAY THROUGH THE CAREFULLY COMMERCIAL BARRIER OF TACKY PRESENTS AND IMPERSONAL CARDS!

About three years ago I wrote this: [...] a pretty big step towards acquiring my [heart] is wanting to. Be interested. Want to be near me. If this reads to you like demanding worship

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[bottle_of_smoke]

I love this post so much it's now in my memories, just so you know. That's, um, my romantic gesture to it.

[apiphile]

<3 YOU.

[bethan_b_bad]

Hey, Delface, I don't always agree with what you write, but fuck that was gorgeous and lovely and fantastic.

And I love you for it, anyway.

[apiphile]

Whee! I shall do a stampy victory dance of victory and, uh, cold feet.

[apiphile]

Dash it, I'm sorry. Can I blame your passenger for the tears?

[apiphile]

<3 Then.

[strangefrontier]

I should bookmark this in case it ever becomes relevant.

[apiphile]

Popular comedians get all the chicks, dude. :P

[coniferous_you]

Well, I'm a few of the people you are not in this one and I'll second all of those other people and add this to my "memories" folder.

Love is not a fucking INVESTMENT for your shiny achievement future, it is its own end, its own purpose, its own destination. Even when it doesn't work out - especially when it doesn't work out - it was always worth it.

I WISH YOU WERE MY MOM

[apiphile]

BUT WHYYYYY?

[coniferous_you]

Because your casual diatribes would help me get my head out of my own butt?

[apiphile]

I'll only end up sticking my own up there instead.