I kept refreshing the page until you posted this, because I wanted to get first comment. Considering I've been on your page a few times when you've posted this and I just never got around to commenting until you had about fifty of them saying everything I already wanted to say.
So, yeah, I thought you might change the ending around, but you didn't. And maybe them meeting each other wasn't what I expected it to be, but I like anything you write, pretty much, and it's always perfect, always how it should be, because who the fuck cares what I want it to be, you know? And you're perfect too.
I'm not going to say much, not going to steal everyone else's words like they did to me in the past, but I do have to tell you that I love you (and you should know that those three words are just as hard for me to say as they are for Brendon.)
Wherever I'm going, I hope you'll be there too. ♥♥
I was still contemplating changing the ending, but in the end I've kinda put parts of what I would've changed it to into the next chapter (Good grief, only two more parts to go now!)
And again, thankyouthankyouthankyou. You're too lovely, too wonderful. *hugs*
I can't crap out a decent comment right now because I feel like I'm having a hangover when I'm really not I'm just so fucking tired I can hardly keep my eyes open and my contacts are like drying out from staying up to read this but it was fucking worth it because all of the chapters to this story are worth it because you're fucking awesome and I bet this is the longest run-on sentence anyone has ever seen since Dickens wrong AToTC and I'm not really thinking straight right now BUT.
I really do love this story and you write beautifully. No surprise there. <3.
I think I've nearly run out of things to say, ways to praise you. Not because you no longer inspire me to do so - far from it - but because I don't have your words, your ability to sling together phrases made of bated breaths and dropping stomaches. But it's not my gift; it's yours, and all I can do is thank you for placing it out on the ledge of your window sill for all of us to stare at with wonder and awe.
Your ability to capture people astounds me. To convey a person so wholly in a sentence or two. For someone so young, you seem to have the real, unvarnished world flowing through your finger tips. I know these people you've created. She's my mother; he's my friend; they're my worst enemy's second cousin, once, twice, three times removed. Your characters don't have three dimensions; they're princess-cut diamonds, sparkling anew under every ray of light.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love Claire. I met her but for a moment but I love her and I love her so hard.Now I'm going
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It took me a while to think of a decent reply to this, y'know? You leave me such beautiful comments, it makes me feel so stingy.
I've never really thought of myself as an amazing writer, I kinda only started writing this because I couldn't get it out of my head. To have people saying things like this, about my characters, my development and stuff, it's unbelievable. I never know how to reply, how to respond, so I'm left stunted at a keyboard for hours on end, wracking my head for something that sounds beautiful so I don't just write the standard thankyousomuch. (But I end up leaving that too much anyway
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It's the second night of the week that I'm left brainless. Except last time it was sex. I'm not saying the story is not sex (is that even a compliment?), just that well...
Okay so no. I will never be able to write a good comment after crying, at 6 am, and that would flatter this story. Impossible.
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So, yeah, I thought you might change the ending around, but you didn't. And maybe them meeting each other wasn't what I expected it to be, but I like anything you write, pretty much, and it's always perfect, always how it should be, because who the fuck cares what I want it to be, you know? And you're perfect too.
I'm not going to say much, not going to steal everyone else's words like they did to me in the past, but I do have to tell you that I love you (and you should know that those three words are just as hard for me to say as they are for Brendon.)
Wherever I'm going, I hope you'll be there too. ♥♥
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I was still contemplating changing the ending, but in the end I've kinda put parts of what I would've changed it to into the next chapter (Good grief, only two more parts to go now!)
And again, thankyouthankyouthankyou. You're too lovely, too wonderful. *hugs*
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I really do love this story and you write beautifully. No surprise there. <3.
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i'll be looking forward to the next chapter<3
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I think I've nearly run out of things to say, ways to praise you. Not because you no longer inspire me to do so - far from it - but because I don't have your words, your ability to sling together phrases made of bated breaths and dropping stomaches. But it's not my gift; it's yours, and all I can do is thank you for placing it out on the ledge of your window sill for all of us to stare at with wonder and awe.
Your ability to capture people astounds me. To convey a person so wholly in a sentence or two. For someone so young, you seem to have the real, unvarnished world flowing through your finger tips. I know these people you've created. She's my mother; he's my friend; they're my worst enemy's second cousin, once, twice, three times removed. Your characters don't have three dimensions; they're princess-cut diamonds, sparkling anew under every ray of light.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love Claire. I met her but for a moment but I love her and I love her so hard.Now I'm going ( ... )
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I've never really thought of myself as an amazing writer, I kinda only started writing this because I couldn't get it out of my head. To have people saying things like this, about my characters, my development and stuff, it's unbelievable. I never know how to reply, how to respond, so I'm left stunted at a keyboard for hours on end, wracking my head for something that sounds beautiful so I don't just write the standard thankyousomuch. (But I end up leaving that too much anyway ( ... )
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I'm not saying the story is not sex (is that even a compliment?), just that well...
Okay so no. I will never be able to write a good comment after crying, at 6 am, and that would flatter this story.
Impossible.
I love it so fucking much ;_;
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Thank you so fucking much.
*hands you a tissue* Hope the tears stopped. :(
Cheer up, yes?
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