This is a passage from a book. The first part is called, “What To Do When You Are Lonely” and the second part is called, “Wiggs’ Special Path.”
"What do you do, Wiggs," she asked, "when you are very lonely and nobody loves you?" "Dance," said Wiggs promptly. "But if you don’t want to dance?" Wiggs tried to remember those dark ages (about a week ago) when she couldn’t dance. "I used to go into the forest," she said, "and sit under my own tree, and by and by everybody loved you." "I wonder if they’d love me.” "Of course they would. Shall I show you my special tree?" "Yes, but don’t come with me; tell me where it is. I want to be unhappy alone."
So Wiggs told her how you followed her special path, which went in at the corner of the forest, until by and by the trees thinned on either side, and it widened into a glade, and you went downhill and crossed the brook at the bottom and went up the other side until it was all trees again, and the first and the biggest and the oldest and the loveliest was hers. And you turned round and sat with your back against it, and you looked across to where you’d come from, and then you knew that everything was all right.
These suspenders are causing my pants to ride up my ass, but I love them too much to take them off. I can either: a) deal with it or b) go to the bathroom and adjust them or c) try to stealthily adjust them in the Tisch lounge. i. Do you think the other Tisch kids are also secretly wearing suspenders? #soartsy
Also I wonder if people can tell that I’m wearing them under my sweatshirt…
“Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.”—Cry, the Beloved Country by Alan Paton
"So, I know I’ll be seeing you in a few hours, but I want to remind you here on this extremely public forum that my love for you knows no bounds. I love you like a new tube of toothpaste, and yellow SourPatch Kids. I love you like puppy breath, and sharp pencils. I love you like sandal tans, and kisses from my Granny. I love you like Old Spice, and PBR. But most of all, I love you like you love Arrested Development."