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good fucking lord imagine you are a child prophet being tormented by visions and you find the guy YOUR guy who will be the impetus for all of your prophetic visions and dreams and you are aware of all the ways he could die in the process of you ensuring time wheels on the way it should and then you grow up with him and you FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM and he feels something for you too but because of the ways in which the world has treated him, some of which you are directly responsible for, he is unable to fully understand or act on his love and his feelings and one of his major fatal flaws is that he is unable to let himself be known and loved entirely so you are caught in this push pull of love and desire and reticence and yearning and life and death with him for EVER. and this happened to my good friend the fool.

One of the best things about being a writer is thinking of something small you can add to your work that’s just. Devastating. Like you’re sitting there going. Oh. That would be diabolical. People would get really riled up about that. Exquisite. Let’s do it.