A man who wants to die feels angry and full of life and desperate and bored and exhausted, all at the same time; he wants to fight everyone, and he wants to curl up in a ball and hide in a cupboard somewhere. He wants to say sorry to everyone, and he wants everyone to know just how badly they’ve all let him down.
I literally started screaming at that line. YOU’VE BEEN HINTING AT GABE ALL SEASON!!!!! jUST GIVE HIM BACK, YOU GREAT BIG BAGS OF DICK!
PLEASE WE HAVE BEEN SO PATIENT. WE HAVE SAT THROUGH THE CHANGING CHANNELS WALLPAPER AND THE SPONTANEOUS PORN POPUPS AND THE REFERENCES TO TALL TALES AND TUESDAYS AND THE *TWO* INSTANCES OF COLLINS & GABRIEL ALIASES AND THE “GABRIEL AND RAPHAEL ARE DEAD” AND THE “HMM WE NEED AN ARCHANGEL LOOKS LIKE OUR ONLY OPTION IS LUCIFER” JUST
Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.
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