She comes home a few days later to find a black canvas bag mysteriously waiting for her on her bed, one of those ones they sell for ninety-nine cents at Doose’s when you’re feeling too environmentally sound for plastic. There’s a note resting on top.
yeah, yeah. No really. EMOTIONAL COLLAPSING.
*FLAILS ALL OVER YOU*
Oh man, I'm like brain-broken. And can't even construct proper feedback. BUT OH, THE HAPPY SQUEEFULNESS OF THIS IS OVERWHELMING.
And it completely happens this way. It does. Not at all dramatic and grotesque with fireworks and loud All-American Music or anything. Just a much more adult Rory and a grown up Jess being something of what they once were, and a hell of a lot more now that they're done with their adolescent emo angst.
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Date: 2008-02-08 08:56 am (UTC)*weird emotional collapse*
She comes home a few days later to find a black canvas bag mysteriously waiting for her on her bed, one of those ones they sell for ninety-nine cents at Doose’s when you’re feeling too environmentally sound for plastic. There’s a note resting on top.
yeah, yeah. No really. EMOTIONAL COLLAPSING.
*FLAILS ALL OVER YOU*
Oh man, I'm like brain-broken. And can't even construct proper feedback. BUT OH, THE HAPPY SQUEEFULNESS OF THIS IS OVERWHELMING.
And it completely happens this way. It does. Not at all dramatic and grotesque with fireworks and loud All-American Music or anything. Just a much more adult Rory and a grown up Jess being something of what they once were, and a hell of a lot more now that they're done with their adolescent emo angst.
Hellz yeah, my dear.