I don’t think you could hear it from all the way over there, (I mean space, where I know you ultimately reside — I figure those pins of yours are real stars you’ve stolen since you’re a pro thief) but my heart shattered when I read this. And damn, I think I’d look at you the same way your mom did.

But I’m also going to refrain from saying thing you have to believe for yourself. I’m gonna compliment your incredible writing instead, and unlike you, I am being biased (as your Souleditor™):

Emily Wilcox is the Best Writer To Have Ever Existed Throughout All of Space and Time™.

You know how when you hear a great performance and no one claps immediately because it was so fucking beautiful? I just experienced the equivalent of that while reading this. It’s why I’m commenting first, and clapping later.

I really should go clap now.