The Children Still Hunger

every so often i remember how awesome the modern interconnected multicultural world is. i grew up getting to hear fairy tales from all over the world. africa, asia, europe, america. everywhere in between. i can have bagels for breakfast, curry for lunch, and ramen for dinner without even leaving the city limits. music and art and philosophy and technology that originated thousands of miles and years apart from eachother have come together and interwoven into something greater than the sum of its parts. its hard not fall into despair when thinking about the horrors but god. god the wonders.

Victor Frankenstein after achieving the impossible and building a fucking person from scraps of the dead: Oh god, ew, ew it's ugly! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew! Ew! Yucky! Yucky! Gross! Ew!

i'm getting addicted to loving deliberately: pulling off my necklace to clasp it on my friend, tucking sweet words into library books, spending my last change on a handful of flowers, blurting out compliments to tired strangers in coffee shops, keeping my pockets stocked with my friend's favorite candy, offering a smile to the baby at the market, asking to pet dogs on walks in the park, sending memes to friends of friends that i think they'd like, carrying a spare napkin in case someone needs it, taking that first step for people who are too shy otherwise. i love you. i love you. i'll love you so much.

*eating balsamic that’s too strong* they laced my shit grand son

but i stay silly! *←said in the most world-weary voice you ever did hear*

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