The Howling Decorum 21, english major, miami

when you finish some new piece of work that you plan on sending in to some dozenerso magazines and you put down your pen and nod so knowingly with that corner-mouth smirk, wag a wonky finger at the paper in front of you, and with triumph in your heart and a stirring in your crotch you say, “This,” the adorably meddlesome little bugger, “this is the one.”