Even if I know I’m coming back Monday morning for a panel, leaving con Sunday night always feel like goodbye for the year, and it always hurts. I can’t take enough pictures. I can’t soak enough of it in to my skin to make me feel I’ve had enough.
This is my happy place, but it’s more than that. It’s where I belong; it’s what recharges me on the deepest level. I wrote a post about this last night, around the same time, lying on this exact same patch of floor, and it disappeared. We’ll see what happens to this one.
Just. Con. I don’t want to go.
I’ve had this on my mind all night-
I don’t ever want to leave this town
Cause after all
This city never sleeps at night
It’s time to begin, isn’t it
I get a little bit bigger but then I admit
I’m just the same as I was
Now don’t you understand
I’m never changing who I am
Hair color reference chart. It’s not perfect, but from what I could gather it’s pretty accurate.
dont let the fanfic writers see this
So I basically chased this guy down the sidewalk to get a picture mostly because I knew thealienonbroadway would love it, XD
Also, because seriously how freaking adorable is this?!