i’m scoffing through some oldie photos on the backup of all time on the server that does not work properly, or rather as it should.
I found photos of the morning after a shit thing happened, which started the beginning of ‘good things that would change my life forever and ever and i’d never go back or be sad about it’ and well, we all remember how that day went down, and the months of wonderful after that. wahah. *speez* and then the notsowonderful, which i am now bypassing and saying, it’s good that we can and do still talk. Apparently it surprises the locals that neither you nor i want to kill each other. I think the locals should just fuck.right.off. Heh. actually, that day is directly responsible for more than i can elucidate except to say i have more than i expected or wanted in my life today. i certainly never thought all this would emanate from one random saturday morning. neither did you.
Anyway, i keep those photos for another day.
My point here is this photo.
i like this photo. alot. i have no idea why but, they are my favourite shoes. this was the day i bought them. now they are old and wrecked and i love them more.
i just live in hope that i am those shoes and that someone will love me that way too. even when i make them trip, slide, i require nursing and to be washed regularly because i cannot do it myself anymore.
isn’t that what we all want, after all?
Song for today -it’s definitely – there she goes – the las. (haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaa)