If I met Zachary Quinto

Zach: Hello!

Me: … *BURSTS OUT CRYING LIKE A DYING SEAL, FLIPS ALL NEARBY FURNITURE, FLAPS ARMS AROUND, RIPS OUT HAIR, THROWS SHOES, PIONTS AT HIS EYEBROWS IN PURE JOY AND RUNS UP, HUGS HIM, DOESN’T LET GO, CRIES, MORE CRYING, HYSTERICAL LAUGHING.*

Zach: um, hi.



(утащено с тумблера but the same thing with me...)