One of these days I’ll have the energy to go on a semi-articulate ramble about why I think that Ezra Bridger and Luke Skywalker would, if not actually hate each other, just not understand each other’s approaches to the Force and the Jedi on a really fundamental level, but today is not that day.

As a presidential candidate, Clinton was vanquished. But as a feminist icon, she lives on. She’s the women who withstand the painful misogyny of American society. She’s telling your daughter to raise her hand in class, even if the boys make fun of her. She’s pantsuits and she’s the more than 3 million members of the Facebook group Pantsuit Nation. She’s every qualified woman who had an unqualified man beat her out for a job. She’s the “I Voted” stickers on Susan B. Anthony’s grave. She’s the cracks in the glass ceiling that didn’t break. She’s what could’ve been. She’s the promise of what someday will be.
—  Caitlin Frazier, “The Iconic Hillary Clinton”
Sometimes, it’s hard to find words to tell you how much you mean to me. A lot of times, I don’t say anything at all. But I hope someday, you’ll understand, having you is what I live for.