Never give up on your dreams, and never let anyone tell you that what you love is inconsequential or useless or a waste of time. Because if you love it? If that OTP or children's card game or abridged series or YA book or animated series makes you happy?
That is never a waste of time. Because in the end we're all just a bunch of weirdos standing in front of other weirdos, asking for their username.

I'm just really active in the fandom."
"What the fuck is 'the fandom'?

It's easier to be who you want to be when you aren't trying to be who everyone thinks you are

At this point I'm sure he's more plastic than person, but most people who hate wrinkles become Daleks over time, anyway.

You know," he said, "I keep wanting to say that it's like Simon Snow threw up in here... but it's more like someone else ate Simon Snow—like somebody went to an all-you-care-to-eat Simon Snow buffet—and then threw up in here.

There’s no way to tell him, if she tried she knows she’d only start crying, that there’s this girl in England who’s never met him and never will and he’s saved her life more times over than he’ll ever know, because she knows Blackbindings - Blackbindings who writes like an angel, like she knows what suffering is and she knows how much knowing that matters, who writes so far beyond her years with the sort of control Draxie knows she’ll never have - Blackbindings who is so shy she can barely bring herself to reblog anything, Blackbindings who just has one of the sweetest, quietest, kindest souls Draxie thinks she’s ever known and the sort of brain chemistry that you fight every day of your life, she doesn’t know if Blackbindings would still be here if it wasn’t for him. If she was trapped in this world that breaks her heart and breaks her down, she doesn’t know how long that girl would have lasted if she didn’t think about him being brave for everyone else, caring about everyone else, maybe caring about her, trapped in her own mind an ocean away, using up all the strength she has just to not hurt herself. There are weeks when she cries every single day. And thinks about him, she says. And then she can make herself breathe.