I’m sure by now you know how fancy I am.
Look, I want you to know something.
I know that I write stupid comments on posts.
I approach your work like a conversation starter. As if you told me all about ABC and now I chime in with “yeah that totally sucks. what a cunt. been there done that. so over life. #yolo”.
Okay, I never went that far.
But the point is, if I comment, which I rarely do, I know it’s not the most articulate analysis.
Sometimes I say, “I like it.” That’s a big deal. I never like anything. I read the whole thing as a chunk. This isn’t school. I’m not going to go line by line.
What I am going to do is see the drive and rhythm and space it puts me in. And if I like that space, I say, “I like it.”
And sometimes I say, “I love it”.
And if I like you, I reblog it.
And if I flirt with you *cough* it’s because I’m on my pain meds.