how am i to explain to a boomer, the way it feels to talk to someone that lives thousands of miles away from you and feel so profoundly understood that you have to lay in bed, holding your little magic rectangle to your chest, like a prayer, hoping maybe if you clutch tightly enough, they'll feel it

I have genuine difficulty making friends in real life - not because I'm not sociable, but because the fuzzy gay friends in my puter *genuinely* understand me on a level other people just... can't.

;W; <33

We had telephones, it just cost more.