b hello!! im crying. if you think im kidding im not. i just read the ch7 of m0a and i gotta say, about a month or two i've been postponing reading it because even though i FEEL the way it'll touch my heart and hold it so gently then break it the same way–i dont even im not even sure i can make my sentences sound normal right now but i had to talk to you... it's been two days since i started reading. yes, i knew it. i knew how it will make me feel (like i cant breath with its knowledge but i need to read and know them the characters and the story) and i knew i wouldnt be able to talk -properly- about it because i cannot talk about the things i claim as my piece of soul? sort of? rlly sorry for your eyes sake and the nonsense. i love your writings so much, it has some healing effects on me. the repetitive words, the italic words, sentences and in this fic, the academia and all. ALL. it's just perfect the way it is because i know I KNOW you could write the sonnets but shakespeare couldn't even write a paragraph of masque of anarchy and i am done ranting because it's embarrassing my english has now stopped englishing so does my brain, braining. thank you, that i meant in short words, for writing such a great work of art. like they said, there’s no such thing as literature without the motif of art