"‎I suspect that something we have in common is a shared acknowledgement that living and learning are not easy things; that there is more than enough frustration and confusion and heartache and intimidating ambiguity to go around in the universe, and that, still, it’s so fucking worth it to have a go at making some sort of sense of things, even if that understanding is cobbled together from half-sentences and warm touching and deep stares and fingertips pressed nervously together. That’s the brilliant, ethereal substance of our creepy little lives, right?"