In my most benevolent moods, all I want for you girls is a little acceptance. Some of you could be so much more than cunts, but if you’re going down that darker road, everything else will always be a detour. They seldom win, those who fight what they are; that’s what makes the fight so noble.

But when a girl finally decides her back is against the emotional wall and she’s out of options, I want her to know that there’s someone out there who understands that nobility is a heavy mantle, who enjoys helping her fantasize about shedding that mantle, and who won’t be disgusted if she eventually rips it off for real and for good.

She deserves to know that her stories are valued, that even the most worthless of things can be prized by the right collector.