My brother cosplayed as Steven Universe today at WonderCon… It was the best… People would chant “Cheesburger backpack!!! Cheeseburger backpack!!!” every time they saw him… Someone even shouted “I love you Steven” as we were leaving…
here are some photos of me bein a nymph
Musician in the Rain by Robert Doisneau 
Language can only begin with the void; no fullness, no certainty can ever speak; something essential is lacking in anyone who expresses himself. Negation is tied to language. When I ﬁrst begin, I do not speak in order to say something, rather a nothing demands to speak, nothing speaks, nothing ﬁnds its being in speech and the being of speech is nothing.
I think: there at the point where thought joins with me I am able to subtract myself from being, without diminishing, without changing, by means of a metamorphosis which saves me from myself, beyond any point of reference from which I might be seized. It is the property of my thought, not to assure me of existence (as all things do, as a stone does), but to assure me of being in nothingness itself, and to invite me not to be, in order te make me feel my marvelous absence. I think, said Thomas, and this visible, inexpressible, nonexistent Thomas I became meant that henceforth I was never there where I was, and there was not even anything mysterious about it. My existence became entirely that of an absent person who, in every act I performed, produced the same act and did not perform it.