Swinging London Town

Awkward love letters in lieu of graphics 2/4

Amara,

I met some really fucking fantastic people this year, and you are sadly one of those people.  I mean, I hate to admit that, because I hate you despite your beliefs, but you are.  You are one of my favorite people on Tumblr—or, rather, in general.  Really.  I still don’t know how it happened, but it did, and I have to accept this.

I don’t know why it took so long for us to meet.  We like similar things, though you love to tease me about my geekdom—I’m sorry if I stan for Brian Cox a little too much for your liking!  And, more importantly, we hate similar things.  I know there is this popular thinking that hate doesn’t bring people together, but that was so the case with us.  We are friends based on mutual hate, and who has that, love?  Who has that?  But what I am trying to say is my life has seriously improved with meeting you.  Amara, you make me laugh.  We always have the best late night convos.  And even if you do not understand what I am talking about, you still manage to listen to me, and find slight enjoyment.  I still don’t know how you do it.

So thanks, Amara, for being my friend this year.  Cheers.