here is the question: how much can we say about love in the 6 minutes between now and our afternoon meeting? can we choose a color for it? would it be wrong to suggest pink?Would it be wrong to tell you that I never loved your feet? your nose, yes, your ears, yes. but never your feet. though I do love that they are the base of you, they hold the rest of you up, so they get an adoration pass all the same.
ShitpileI love a good shitpile.Flowcharts and sinking houses,lunch with Phyllis--all coveredin cat hair. I love decisions betweennuts and M&M's, between buyinga new car or just sending a letter.When a gallon of lemonade costsfour dollars, you don't needto stop loving yourself. It's always a choice,the space you make, the noisein between. After all, it's only a tripto Wawa, which means the same thingwhen you say it in Spanish, and you canhate yourself on the way therefor what you are not doing or just putyour shoulders down and take it--one lovely breath at a time.
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