There is a reason you don’t get to see the before pictures, but I am very proud of all the results.
@johnnytype took me out to a big ole brunch to celebrate my health. Yes all of this is mine. Plus a cheesecake brownie for later.
Caught Smoaf mid-yawn. He has been sleeping the entire day. Meaning: He’s going to be an asshole at about 4 am tomorrow.
"Penitential colours - less like something she’d chosen to put on than like something she’d been locked up in. Her solemn half-smile; the amzed lift of her eyebrows, as if she were admiring the view.
The white gloves: a Pontius Pilate gesture. She was washing her hands of me. Of all of us.”
"Ted stepped toward the relief. He felt as if he’d walked inside it, so completely did it enclose and affect him. It was the moment before Eurydice must descend to the underworld a second time, when she and Orpheus are saying good-bye. What moved Ted, mashed some delicate glassware in his chest, was the quiet of their interaction, the absence of drama or tears as they gazed at each other, touching gently."
…many years ago, he had taken the passion he felt for Susan and folded it in half, so he no longer had a drowning, helpless feeling when he glimpsed her beside him in bed: her ropy arms and soft, generous ass. Then he’d folded it in half again, so when he felt desire for Susan, it no longer brought with it an edgy terror of never being satisfied. Then in half again, so that feeling desire entailed no immediate need to act. Then in half again, so he hardly felt it.”