Ey, don’t think I don’t see your recognition and reeling in of that catastrophizing, Talik. That’s no small doing when pessimism’s where a man tends.
No small work when optimism’s his way either, by my guess’d be it don’t weight the same.
Here, between the pair of us, we’ll give Sergiy eminently balanced viewpoints and options for viewing. I’d like to bring him joy and tools for its seeking, as I’d like to do the same for you. 🧡 Figure I’m up for the task, much optimism as I’ve got in store, and much feeling as I’ve got for you, and for children living in this world with its fangs to spare.
We’ll show him it ain’t so rotten, existing. Show him there’s love and he’ll always have it, aye?
Aye. 🧡Thing I’ve got in stores alongside optimism’s love, after all. Love eh, what’s the fucking word, multifoliate, love like blossoming in varied forms, and love that’s sought its cornerstone, the heart it’s made for, heart it’s found.
Likely there’s no surprise my agreement’s with you regarding those who ought not go bringing children to the world, meaning those who’ve no interest in what the kids’ll be and find for themselves. Those who
Fucked thing is there are plenty do just that. Taking kids as their mirrors in miniature or else as trophies, eh, little checkmarks chalked up among life’s vaunted achievements.
Your poor Sergiy. My poor Nicky and Liza. Fuck
It’s unconscionable, is what it is. Cramping what’s human into something less than and cutting possibility at its ankles. Plenty can’t or else won’t look beyond the bounds of their selves, taking their own image as the be all end all so what’s it matter what their own kid wants, hey?
Fucking. Unconscionable.
Which is confirming in part you caught my argument at the pass, saying there are plenty of parents don’t put a better life for their kids as foremost, if they consider the lives of those same kids at all.
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Getting radged, I am. Ain’t an anger I’d discard and it’s nothing does me harm. Best to see the shite for what it is. Optimistic I may be and optimistic I am, but that don’t mean excusing the more rancid of realities, nor turning eyes away from em.
And point is, I see and know there’s no cell in you’d put that caging in on anyone, least of all your child, your someday maybe children. Point it, it means worlds to find that’s clear in you, and says worlds about the man you are.
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And then, far as I see it, any git goes mucking with their child’s existence deserves a chair drove sharply to the spine, and more beyond.
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No small work when optimism’s his way either, by my guess’d be it don’t weight the same.
Here, between the pair of us, we’ll give Sergiy eminently balanced viewpoints and options for viewing. I’d like to bring him joy and tools for its seeking, as I’d like to do the same for you. 🧡 Figure I’m up for the task, much optimism as I’ve got in store, and much feeling as I’ve got for you, and for children living in this world with its fangs to spare.
We’ll show him it ain’t so rotten, existing. Show him there’s love and he’ll always have it, aye?
Aye. 🧡Thing I’ve got in stores alongside optimism’s love, after all. Love eh, what’s the fucking word, multifoliate, love like blossoming in varied forms, and love that’s sought its cornerstone, the heart it’s made for, heart it’s found.
Likely there’s no surprise my agreement’s with you regarding those who ought not go bringing children to the world, meaning those who’ve no interest in what the kids’ll be and find for themselves. Those who
Fucked thing is there are plenty do just that. Taking kids as their mirrors in miniature or else as trophies, eh, little checkmarks chalked up among life’s vaunted achievements.
Your poor Sergiy. My poor Nicky and Liza. FuckIt’s unconscionable, is what it is. Cramping what’s human into something less than and cutting possibility at its ankles. Plenty can’t or else won’t look beyond the bounds of their selves, taking their own image as the be all end all so what’s it matter what their own kid wants, hey?
Fucking. Unconscionable.
Which is confirming in part you caught my argument at the pass, saying there are plenty of parents don’t put a better life for their kids as foremost, if they consider the lives of those same kids at all.
[ … ]
Getting radged, I am. Ain’t an anger I’d discard and it’s nothing does me harm. Best to see the shite for what it is. Optimistic I may be and optimistic I am, but that don’t mean excusing the more rancid of realities, nor turning eyes away from em.
And point is, I see and know there’s no cell in you’d put that caging in on anyone, least of all your child, your someday maybe children. Point it, it means worlds to find that’s clear in you, and says worlds about the man you are.
[ … ]
And then, far as I see it, any git goes mucking with their child’s existence deserves a chair drove sharply to the spine, and more beyond.