Seeking self and selflessness. Kindness, wilderness, curiosity. Grappling daily with the absurdity of existence. Love yourself, love others. Sing as you breathe
I found our house today. I know this. My partner does not know this. But he is going to fall in love with this house when he sees it. I looked for everything we wanted in a house, and I found it. I’m calling it now. This is the first time I said this about any house. This is it.
@BaizeShephard I doubt you’ll remember me; I met you at Colby 6-ish yrs ago. Heavy is always with me. (Figuratively) I moved to Louisiana 5 years ago, and wish I could tell you about it. I know it’s all on my end, but that book turned you into my friend. I hope life is good 🙌🏻🙏🏻
@KBRussell00@pepe_hermit This is a cruel response. In truth, it is your response that shows no empathy. A broken man takes a step towards healing, and you slam him for “failing” via an assumption you’ve made based on a few sentences. Then you proclaim that you won’t pray for him.
You are not kind.
@BrookePrus53334@Kywoman1951@atensnut Definitely not an old sailboat mysteriously washing up in Hyannisport. Or a fire. Or drowning. Or being mauled by a pack of bears while lost in the woods. Or literally anything else that would be less complicated.
@BrookePrus53334@Kywoman1951@atensnut Cool! How’d he fake that part where his brains blasted out of his skull and splattered on the hood in front of thousands of people? Because, man, that’s a good trick!
If I was going to fake my death I would definitely go with highly publicized, televised event in the mid of day.
@Kywoman1951@atensnut Do you know how long a month is when your love dies?
How do you imagine the process of grief might be affected by being forced to publicly and immediately grieve her failure to effectively scoop her husband’s brains back into their cleaved open skull?
You don’t know trauma
If I could believe that I’d always write one word more than I did before, well. Reaching myself would become a matter of poking around in the present. Wouldn’t it.
My dad: tall thin attractive intelligent creative driven ambitious generous innovator. Not hairy.
Everyone I dated up until I was 40: the exact opposite.
weird
We finally got to have our Valentine’s Dinner. Moe made pho from scratch. I had lemonade, he had beer. I stayed behind to sit at our occasional “restaurant table”, and eat buttered toast for dessert. He’s retreated to watch TV with the cats. These are the best times.