I’m working at the reference desk of the library this afternoon, and a man in his seniors just came in and got all quiz show on me, trying to figure out the author and name of a book. He doesn’t know what it’s about, but he figures it must be good because he’s heard it’s quite popular.
His first clues:
(Shit, this could be literally 50% of the books in the building)
(Fruitless google searching)
(And then it clicks)
“Hmm, by any chance was it Fifty Shades of Grey you were looking for?”
Should I buy this camera?
Wow, I never realize how much I miss things until I have them again. And then I can’t comprehend how I got by without them. So this is a note to everyone I love but haven’t spoken to in a while: If I seem distant, it’s not a purposeful action, and I’d probably be overwhelmingly happy to speak to you. So please, don’t be shy.
And to all my tumblr friends, forgive me for always forgetting how wonderful you all are every time I go on an internet hiatus. I really feel such a connection and friendship with many of you, and I admire how open and honest people can be with one another. I love you all.