I need to say something. Something particular to my wondrous Lynchian fantasticism @traaager and the delightful @sailorscoot and like two others on my dash (and when I remember your name I will specifically call you out on it but until then, if you think I’m talking about you, I am.) I’m done. Over and out. I actually found myself opening up and giving in and understanding and here I was thinking it was such a rotten idea because how many which ways can I stuff my heart until it explodes...? I mean happiness is just vile, right? *sobs* I interrupt myself of ALL things just to get at this number one, not tenth, cinnamon roll with grabby hands and get all boss-eyed once I do. Sounds a lot like nothing at all and complete, utter laziness. Your work here is done. Maybe. I mean, despite my itchy, giffy finger... as you can see, no gifs of said downfall. Done but not gone! I also expect soundless cries of denial about said downfall. I say this with a big smile on my face though.
Ps. Years and years of avoiding such ideas because i was supposedly adding more and not taking less and then you two (plus two others) go about plastering some pictures on my dash... and ugh. Flippity-floppity rotten to the core!
But then again, everything in life is done for reasons and my little Íslenskt nammi needs all the love in the whole universe and love is very important. https://www.gofundme.com/2tm9tqk