So I have this certain laugh, and I’ve been discovering its meaning to be “oh how I would joyfully destroy you (usually with an object or situation as seen here)”. Its a mix of desire and restraint, a sort of remainder after I hold back all the excess intensity.
I totally did that laugh when I saw this. I like collars, they’re this lovely blend of label and handle. I can mark something as mine, and drag it around. :) I am slowly coming to understand/accept this better.