Thelingering - I Like People

I dare y'all to take a bad cloud photo

i personally think that there is no such thing as a bad photo of a cloud, so i challenge anyone who sees this to reblog or reply or mention or whatever you want with your own cloud photo

have fun!

not minee

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This hits me in the feels for some reason. It feels like that wildly emotional summer's evening where you experience love for the first time, yet it also feels like the chaos of life culminating into the blurry mess we must all either choose to endure or to enjoy.

I think one of the most valuable things out in the world is love, right? Like, if you look at someone who's loving, and someone who's not so loving, the one you'd gravitate towards would naturally be the loving one, right?

Seems reasonable, but I've noticed another factour important to the equation as well: Those who have been shown love are gravitated towards by others sometime more often than those who were hardly ever loved.

I know far too many people others avoid or insult simply because they cannot control what they've been accustomed and conditioned to do; They were not loved or/nor accepted in their youthful, impressionable days, and now they don't have a concept of love.

I don't even mean love for a partner, I just mean love for others. Their parents raised them on diminishing love for each other, their friends were in the same place, and no love was there to grow them to be loving.

The same thing can happen, say, with accents. I saw another post on here about someone who went to a camp with a girl who had a British accent, yet none of her relations were British, not one kin of hers. The reason she had the accent was because her parents faked one until she was 12, so she would gain the accent through influence. Not a bad thing, simply an analogy.

If your peers and guardians judge, you will probably judge upon first sight as well. My friends make fun of each other for fun, but it often leads to them (unintentionally) bringing others down with them. All because they weren't shown love.

Here, at the end, I beg you: Show what love you can. This a relative request, meaning some may be so conditioned against love that it's a task to show much; so show what you can. It doesn't have to be towards another person, either. All I ask is you show love. Show it to yourself first. Then work outwards.

Most importantly, I'm proud of you for doing what you can so far. It can't be easy. Keep it up, and take it a day at a time, be a little day, or a massive task of a day.

insignificantly moldy slice of broccoli: 'you'll never know what it feels like to see the horrid side of yourself if you let the light run rampant" me, brandishing a fork polished with orange juice: "i just want to show you that there's more to you than you suppose" "all you've shown me is that your perception shows no bounds, save for the one of culture" my cat, throwing down his glass of wine: "the only spot you've missed is that one must see the side of an opponent before flamboyantly caressing such suppositions. now die" *pulls out .45 revolver and fatally wounds the relatively villainous vegetable*