The wedding invitation had two photos.
On the front were a boy and a girl sitting together on the grass. She’s Su. He’s Wink. Both wearing cowboy hats. Both with whistles. Arms round each other. She’s holding a bunch of flowers and from the way she’s looking at the boy, clearly thinks he’s the best thing since soda bread (or whatever people round here like for breakfast). At the age of, I dunno, six? It’s obvious that they’re best buddies.
But it couldn’t last, could it? Continue reading
Bitterness, rejection, suffering, loss. Must one crush broken dreams underfoot with the smell of death in one’s nostrils to produce good writing?
That’s one road. The dramatic road.
But confidence and productivity can also spring from the support and security provided by those around one. That’s my road.
I’ve been reading Ford Madox Ford‘s The Good Soldier. This passage caught my eye. He talks about love and achievement or creativity: Continue reading
This is a happy film. Good message – It gets better. Good to know this when you’re young or alone.
It’s a different sort of approach from the itemisation of homophobic attacks – which I appreciate are far more common than one realises.
But sometimes it’s good to accentuate the positive.
Not much else to add, other than I thought I should share it with you.
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(Thanks to Colt Monday for the tip.)