I’m beginning to remember that what I value in the human experience has completely to do without how I curate context. I want to remember to wake up with this and to continue my day with it. Even when it’s time to relax, fuck up, and make mistakes-that’s part of the curation. I’m cursed with always valuing context, so now it’s time to actively curate the bad shit with the good.
Out of all the things that’ve fleeted, it’s being good to you that I miss the most. You were always so much better at giving than me, but I wasn’t bad. You were the sweetest to be sweet to. I’m so grateful you were, but it hurts to miss. I haven’t given anything in a long time.