I've already back myself into the corner of expectation in context of my posts here. Feels as if posting random snippet updates is meant for Twitter; which I do not wish to even attempt. I can't promise the articulated flow of words and punctuation (much as I seem to be attempting now). You can see the weighted chain I carry.
I've... attempted a better layout design via templates. I have found a good proper template for writing posts is as elusive as a instantaneous route to world peace. There is most likely ones that exist in both counts - just not within my gasp or sight-line. The pink accents, a bit, to what I like. If only people made literature tumblr blog templates as astounding and responsive as photography blog templates. I was not willing to attempt what a graphic layout does with purely text posts. I also cannot take the extra breadth of my bust; pulse of my veins; nor tightening of my muscles to create photos for each of my posts and that of which are contextual to my posts. Some of my posts will be mature and imagery for a blog is limited per topic.
For now I sit here eating Pork & Seafood Chinese Steamed Dumplings as I contemplate the words and path of my next post. A real inferno subject that is within the tip of everyone's tongue; be it positive (supportive) or negative (hateful). My path from grade school to now is a roller-coaster to ride. I've accepted confidant trust with someone that really I would have never before considered within a year past. Future thought... future thought. I get ahead of myself already!
For now; admire the blatant lack of literary template options blindly flashed unto your eyes in it's pink-ish brilliance. ~ Love!
