I’ve been thinking about love a lot lately and feeling sad that I’m not in love with anyone and no one is in love with me…but then I remember that I can love myself and I love other things like puppies and kittens and chocolate cake…and bubble baths

This speaks to me so much.

I haven’t been in love–really in love–in years. I may very well never get that chance again.

But there’s a world to save, and porn to write, and cookies to eat… so really, who has the time?