March 2012
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That awkward moment when you realize J.K. Rowling...
I want so bad to be able to take your pain away.
But I can’t. Nothing can. And it’s so horribly awfully sad that there’s nothing I can say or do about it.
And I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you’re all so hurt and angry and guilt-ridden and confused and so, so utterly and profoundly sad. And I’m sorry that the only think I can do is sit here and say how sorry I am.
But I love you. And I’m here if you...
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This one time I was sitting in a PoliSci class, and declared that FDR was my presidential crush.
And the girl next to me turned and incredulously cried, “But he couldn’t walk!”
And I didn’t respond to her. Because anything I could have said would have taken away from the profoundly not-okayness of that statement.
Plus, he’s hot as hell.
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