Oh, How Beautiful Love Is

Oh, how beautiful love is

Joe gets to have the “spin around and knock on wood” OCD while I have my “kick the chair legs an even amount of times” OCD.

its awesome theres a vampire on sesame street because you need to introduce children to the concept as early as possible

this isn't a poem, right, it's a question, why do we pick at our scabs? it hurts and it's grim and it doesn't help us heal but we keep at it, keep flicking nails under the edges to look at the shiny pinkness, and google says pain is rewarding and the monkey brain wants to groom itself and yeah, fine, that answers my question but really i just want to find a teacher or a museum curator and hang off their sleeve all day, asking why this why that what's the other thing like a six year old working out how the world works, and this isn't a metaphor or a grown-up question like most people have, i'm not prodding some old trauma, i'm not asking why fools return to their folly, dogs to vomit, because i was playing running around last week tripped skinned my knee, it's a real scab, i am picking at it and i don't know why, and i guess if there's a way to stop being six then i don't think anyone told me how to do it.

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My rare pair game is unmatched, go! My Shy Worker x Real Alex.