—Tell me, enigmatic man, whom do you love best? Your father, your mother, your sister or your brother?
—I have no father, no mother, no sister, no brother.
—Your friends?
—You are using a word whose meaning is still unknown to me to this very day.
—Your homeland?
—I don’t know under what latitude it’s located.
—What about Beauty?
—I would love her gladly, goddess and immortal.
—And Gold?
—I hate it as much as you hate God.
—Well, What do you love then, extraordinary stranger?
—I love the clouds … the passing clouds… over there … over there … the marvelous clouds!
—  Baudelaire

The beauty of this book put me into a catatonic state for a week and I regret nothing. I’m still a bit speechless.

To every single person involved with the creation of this gore-geous fanthology, THANK YOU. Every page, every word is immensely wonderful. It’s beautiful!

Thank you @shadyufo my deer-est cousin for this gift. I will treasure it and your friendship for the rest of my life!

anonymous asked:

I hc bitty with a mexican father who grew up with a bunch of racism so he doesnt want his son to be anything against the grain/mexican which is why hes so neutral to bittys hobbies and bitty grows up with the confusion of less than and too much

coach is … doing his best and he loves his son