self...... how much do you love me? an unknowable amount. it can't be fathomed so let's not even try. as to those little puppets of yours: lwj... oh lwj, your perfectly insane man who you breathe perfectly insane life into. janet, i can't speak on janet. i can't think or comprehend my profound and unhinged love for her. one day i'll go back and re-read and then finish reading her books and then together we will be unstoppable. and aziraphale... you're a genius every single time with him. his stuffy little angelic self! perfection. zero notes ever.