#shebabblesalot

[pseudoperfection]

Zarah, you Freckled Penguin, Potato Head, Specters Gargantuan Ghoul Who Speaks Too Much English, your ability to send virtual tickling hands that make me giggle like a complete idiot never waned. I wonder how you do that, I am still smiling right now, heaven forbids this jaw to lock. You're a witch and I have to make this a 'post' since I want the 'world' to know it. '-'

[pseudoperfection]

Shebabblesalot,

The way you zero the monsters that lurk in your head through writing is as intricate as the patterns of freckles painted on your cheeks. But hey, the way they put accent on your face is as beautiful as how your prose colours this dashboard. While I was struggling with my subject verb agreement and sentence construction at what 16? (and spelling at 26), you are polishing your figurative languages and idiomatic expressions. And while others at your age are writing about their first love you are fantasizing about your fictional alters and that so called parallel universe. Sweet heavens, parallel universe, that killed me. It’s the biggest two words I came across in my entire existence. The possibility of it, it’s comforting in a way yet it’s daunting, too. Dear Zarah, you don’t know how much I’m learning those vague yet intriguing concepts from you. Don’t stop writing (though it’s unlikely because writers will keep on writing until the faintest shade of sanity, sometimes even madness can’t overshadow it). I know how much you adore John Green, maybe you were him in that ‘parallel universe’. A recommendation in this odd letter-form is the least I can do to tell everyone how amazing of a writer you are. Not the phony kind of ‘amazing’, you know. That, amazing kind that even your prince charming with his dorky smile and graphic shirt or your Ryan Gosling cannot resist.

[pseudoperfection]

The existence of parallel universe is the most comforting and at the same time daunting idea ever.

[pseudoperfection]