Nov
16th
Mon
16th
The hardest thing about deciding to gush for a few minutes about people I love and admire is that the list is instantly longer than I can possibly hope to reach the end of, and I cannot end this sentence with a preposition.
Seriously. It’s ridiculous. I should go on. Even knowing Stephanie will berate me - the next chance she gets - for being openly sentimental on the Internet, I should go on. In fact, expect it.
But maybe not all at once. The saliva from all the making out might gum up the Tumblr gears.
