What’s the point of this charade, this show you delicately stage for others, to gain what? their empathy? their condolences? How would sitting there watching strangers, supposed friends, whisper in awkward cautiousness make you feel any better? The situation remains. Only now you are burdened to conjure “thank you”s, more often than not snowballing into sessions of dreadful and...
Took me the whole day to figure out why I was feeling as such. But now I know.
This single gesture really made me appreciate the...
claudinsky: The possibilities are endless. And he’s just putting on his little hat. What a bad ass.
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