I don't know who I would be today if I had never read Flowers for Algernon. If my soul had not been crushed on that fateful day when I finished the book, I fear I would've ended up a monster with no hope of ever changing. I would give almost anything to read that book for the first time again. Nothing in this life or the next will ever live up to the anguish I felt reading that last page. What a beautiful feeling it was.
"My child is completely fine."
Sir, ma'am, your child's favorite trope is found family. Her most searched tag on ao3 is hurt/comfort. Just the fact that she's on ao3 should be proof enough. All of her favorite books, fanfics, and other forms of stories, involve the main character having severe trauma and them being comforted by a non blood related person. She was one of those kids who wished for bad things to happen to her so she would be "hurt enough" to be comforted. But sure, she's completely fine
"The ships hung in the sky much in the same way that bricks don't" yes, for everything. Anything that could ever happen, could happen much in the same way that bricks don't, even if bricks do.
It's a good thing I like trains and feeling like I'm smarter than everyone else, because otherwise, I would have quit on Atlas Shrugged.
You dare try to strangle me with the red string of fate? You mean the one that ties us together for eternity? Do it then. Go for it. I'll jump off a cliff and drag you down with me.
Is it so wrong to read a book purely for the chance to be in on the jokes, for the chance to be apart of a group of people that you have never and will never meet. I want to get the joke and be in the group. I want to be one of you, for if I am you, I need not be myself. Therefore, I read the book.
All results, standings, and penalties cease to matter when the mariachi F1 theme is playing
Did I have to braid my hair today? No. I did it anyway. Did I get mad when it didn't look how I pictured it in my head? Yes. Did I redo it until looked like the picture? Yes. Does it look like the picture? No one can be quite sure
I do not wish to be human anymore. I would just like to be vaguely human shaped and squeezed tremendously tightly. Even more so I would like to go hitchhiking through the galaxy with a human shaped alien from Betelgeuse V. I would like to visit an island full of genetically engineered dinosaurs. I would like to go on a quest to find a stolen lightning bolt. Considering what is actually within the realm of possibility, just a good tight squeeze will do.