they say it's your birthday

So according to my time zone, it's just barely beginning to be blindmouse's birthday in my part of the world. I'm naturally very excited about that, and very happy to have some slow, slow internet I can coax into behaving for long enough that I can wish you a very happy birthday indeed, my darling. You're one of those people I'm immensely grateful to have found, and I plan to keep clinging to you for a good while yet. See, because you're brilliant, and you're one of the best writers I know, but most of all I just love, love, love talking to you about writing and why we love it and why it's the best thing out of all good things in the world. I love you lots, dearest. Lots and lots and lots.

Also, I once wrote you a story, and I swear I didn't mean to write a sequel, but it appears I am. So, like, have the first bits? And have a wonderful, wonderful day.

( the girl that I love )

stay still and breathe

So there's something I can say now that I couldn't say before this weekend. It was good to be up here, good to get time to think, and now I just have a tiny thing I'd like to ask for, on behalf of myself and a lot of others who are hurt and sad and bewildered by the events of the last few days.

In order to do this, I would like to propose a thought experiment.

Imagine, for example, that it was Frank who had left MCR, mostly without an explanation. And then imagine that Leathermouth didn't exist, and Skeleton Crew was run by someone entirely different, so you weren't exactly sure what was going to happen to him. Now ponder what your reaction might be like, and that's probably pretty close to how some of us are feeling.

And I'm saying this because I'm trying to explain what it was like for us to find out that rumor was real. Emotional reactions aren't necessarily logical, and they're not necessarily fair, but they are what they are. The thing is, we think it's wonderful that you guys are able to be sad but calm, excited about the record and supportive of the band (I really do mean that), but we're not there yet. We need some time to be sad and we need some time to be angry and to ache for the music that will be without someone whose influence on the sound we really loved, before we can figure out how we feel about everything else. I trust we can have that, yeah?

So much love, dearlings.