For Those Having a Bad Day

My son sent me this e-mail:

'Worked a long shift and got home about 1:00 AM (I was supposed to be off at 10:00) as I closed the door and rounded the corner to my oubliette, Beast's (my 6 year old grandson) door opens up and out he stumbles still basically asleep, he stumbled up to me gave me a hug, did an about face and went back to bed closing the door behind him. He never said a word the whole time, it made my night."

That kinda' melted my hard ol' heart it did.



Comshaw
 
Love this gif lol

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Okay here we go. I hope it works like this.
 
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"I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, "Kiss me harder," and "You're a good person," and, "You brighten my day." I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it's weird. Maybe it's scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming."


- Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them[/right]
 
that reminds me: i still have to grab the fourth series of that. damn you, mighty boosh. you distracted me.

well, last show, anyway. damnit. i hate being a noob.
 
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and i'm liking the hell out of it.

and i was right the first time. damnit again. anyway, back to stealing.
 
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