He gets the joke, she thought. He gets my joke, me, the silly weird thing that I am, and he laughs at my joke.
They both read Herra Shynn’s ‘Young Gancy’ series, which came out approximately every three months packed with wilder and wilder galaxy-spanning adventures of the boy detective Luk Gancy. Lately, Gus thought the stories were rather preposterous. She hardly thought a sixteen-year-old would have the wherewithal to think about packing a C-sharp tuning fork that just happened to be the weakness of the book’s alien antagonist.
‘You fly like a fool, Gillis,’ he said in a voice saturated with ill-concealed affection.
“I notice that you use plain, simple language, short words and brief sentences. That is the way to write English―it is the modern way and the best way. Stick to it; don’t let fluff and flowers and verbosity creep in. When you catch an adjective, kill it. No, I don’t mean utterly, but kill most of them―then the rest will be valuable. They weaken when they are close together. They give strength when they are wide apart. An adjective habit, or a wordy, diffuse, flowery habit, once fastened upon a person, is as hard to get rid of as any other vice.” – Mark Twain
The Okay Club
I’d like to share this again, because it’s been a while – the Okay Club, where Anna and I post things that remind us: it’s gonna be okay.
What is fear, after all? It is indecision.
I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.
The Okay Club
come join me and Anna and our everlasting love of quotes about how we are all dealing with life and we’re all okay. it’s called The Okay Club and we’re excited. the end.
Cunnilingus and psychiatry brought us to this.

