i did, in fact, make myself cry when she left thinking about how we probably have no future together bc sheβs poly and I am a jealous fool, hopeless romantic, etc And yet I will continue to torture myself imagining one nonetheless ! I am nothing if not committed to my self-inflicted suffering. And that is precisely what thanksgiving is all about.
And we criticize people. Strange somehow. try to do it the other way round. What an ugly tree (sounds ridiculous)! What a beautiful soul.
You will end appreciating people and nature.
By Angelos Merges. Itβs technically beautifully painted and slightly uncanny. The last remaining human beings gather after a apocalypse to discuss the questio: what should we do now?
