I can’t write looking at this picture. Emotional flood, reverse tear tsunami, the happiest of happy, my cup overflowing, contentment juice whirling in memory’s centrifuge, the heart rained for 40 days and 40 nights… I’ll add it in later, before posting.
"The life act of making someone happy. Hell, make a thousand people happy, and they call you a saint. Spend a lifetime perfecting the happiness of one, and you are a misguided fool wasting precious time..."
My ex "perfected" the (societally sanctioned) "life act," made himself a vague saint in the eyes of everyone except for the one soul sacrificed to the (societally sanctioned) enterprise...
"Wholeness" is dependent on an entirely different notion of ambition, and sorely underrated...
Happy Valentine's Day, Citizen Throop, from one romantic fool to another! We are lucky men.
"The life act of making someone happy. Hell, make a thousand people happy, and they call you a saint. Spend a lifetime perfecting the happiness of one, and you are a misguided fool wasting precious time..."
My ex "perfected" the (societally sanctioned) "life act," made himself a vague saint in the eyes of everyone except for the one soul sacrificed to the (societally sanctioned) enterprise...
"Wholeness" is dependent on an entirely different notion of ambition, and sorely underrated...
Happy Valentine's Day, you lucky, lucky devil! 💖😈
Stay unsaintly!
Steph