epiphanies.

You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves
you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terr-
ible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself
a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy,
and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to
choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and
he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your
heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you
don't even have a name for.
- You Are Jeff, Richard Siken

thank you to usakeh for the wonderful gifts - including this book of poetry which i have coveted for much too long xD, sani for the necklace, reiyad_primus for such a significant souvenir, saints for the recent delicious treat ♥ (and yomi_chan305, too, for another delicious treat that my family devoured.) -- and to whoever anon-ly gifted me a paid account again ;____; YOU BETTER BE READING THIS, 'CAUSE I CAN'T THANK YOU ANY OTHER WAY.

everyone else i've already had the opportunity to thank individually, (...not to mention the ridiculous amount i spammed you all on my bday /dies) but know that i love you all and everything lifted my spirits so much on a day that was definitely not going quite as i had planned. i'm still quite ridiculously ill and a bit, uh, oxygen depleted (and inhaler equipped!), so having such a good birthday has really helped.

d'awww. love all around, okay;;


in unrelated but prevalent news due to my sick and bedridden status, i want zachary quinto to be my best friend, okay.