"...I'm such an obsessive creature I become so immensely devoted to the people that I like, practically to the point of hospitalisation. I have boxes and boxes at home, cuttings and old books. People who visit me can't believe the streams of documentation I have on the people I like. But because I become so obsessive I can really understand it when somebody writes to me by every post, and sends me their underwear, and feels that enormous degree of painful obsession. I can understand it completely and I wholly encourage it! I'd like it to spread, in fact." - Morrissey, Q Magazine, August 1987
I am an obsessive creature, myself. I am always finding new things to love. My brain is like a sponge; I want to absorb all the information (whether it be in writing or visuals) I possibly can about a thing/person/people that I love. This labels me as a fangirl, and I will not deny that. I squee far too much for that to be untrue.
May comes and goes In the dark of the night He kisses the whores Then gives them a fright