It’s like a cat finding the square of sunlight on the carpet, the hush the fur makes against itself as the cat curls up, and I keep thinking—he used this tongue on Buffy.

This sentence begins as lofty poetry, then comes slamming back down to earth with perfect Faith crudity. Great balance.

And that just proves you’ve seen more pricks than a dartboard

*snorfle*

the monsters I’d never had the luxury to invent

Oh. OH. This speaks to me more than you'll ever know. So much to love, here.