Another example of where maths has proven futile: because the supposed “50 max” claps I can gift you for that there response does not accurately represent my ever increasing obsession with you (which, by the way, is at least a solid 83 claps minimum).

Well coincidentally, it turns out that the art that is absent from the world depicted within my “A Day in the Life” post just so happens to be everything of yours. See how crappy the planet would be without it? A sphere of dirt comprised of nothing but sadness and Team Jacob supporters. Thank you for ensuring that that hasn’t happened (I’d say I’d stop fangirling for you now but I’m not done yet. Maybe some time in October. 2042).