goose, you crack me up, your bests stuffs can never be posted, the tender stroke away of a childβs tear, the welcoming of a smile delightfully unexpected, a first grade art project so successful it is mounted forever on a front door Hall of Fame
a good cry all your own, in private sobbing, mouth mourning the absence of a kiss on the back of your neck shivers with surprising waves of pleasure, that announces you are more than noticed
if you can post these stuffs, call me asap, because thatβs the sight I wanna see & be, when only the best stuff you got given, given got, becomes real