i’m a little drunk but i just wanna say…fic writing and fic reading as an antithesis to loneliness…
someone thousands of miles away imagined this; dreamed it up in their beautiful mind and then sat down and wrote it down, word after word, line after line, paragraph after paragraph….and then someone thousands of miles away from them read it while they were like…lying in bed after doing some homework or next to a pile of clean laundry and was like ‘wig…i felt that.’
like…. our minds….
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