"I am sure the narrator said “there are ‘countless’ people on earth” as opposed to what I heard: cuntless."
From one with bad ears. Namely, myself.
I wanted to mix or create some contrast between Eastern and Western so I searched high and low around the house for some items to use and found this pair of Hindu(?) decorative figures and used a Western-ish floral background. I cannot tell how successful I am but the result is aesthetically pleasing to me. Therefore I am happy with it. Here I go again with a largely #pink theme. It is not intentional.
People who like to complain
Some people, when given a thing or a task, instantly complain about (doing/using) it. When offered to be relieved of it or a remedy they adamantly refuse yet continue meting out unpleasant words, sounds, actions, and/ or expressions. Then at the end of the day they would declare to the world how they had gone through their plight.
"Woe is me, I have gone through subjected strife, lend me your ears and fill mine with words of sympathy as I recount to you the horrible experience while leaving out certain truths!"
For you, friend
Oh, darling dearest your sadness is unravelling
I’m a wordless witness as it is continuously happening
All of those perfect things in your surrounding
That you’ve built and collected when you were smiling
Are being held in contempt now that you’re weeping
In their presence for that man you’ll continue loving
For he is indescribably and irrefutably your forever everything
Yet he left you with lovely but hurtful words of parting
With a gaze that was soft but held completely nothing
Here I am but what can I do for the you who is hurting
Whose pain keeps on coming and quickly growing
We both gaze at all your dying wishes scattering
They come down crashing, unwittingly destroying
All the hopes and dreams and love you’ve been carrying
I see you crumbling as you make an attempt on gathering
The ashes of your fallen dreams as they continue flowing
Through splayed fingers that refuses to stop trembling
Here I am, watching and waiting and stubbornly hoping
That you’ll finally stop ignoring my pleas which are undying
My dear friend, two hands are open for holding and grasping
And my arms are spread wide and ready for embracing
-to my lost friend who forgets that there is someone who didn’t disappear with the man (men) who walked away
To my friend
I wish for you to have an awesome and joyful birthday! Although I know that you are already happy enough because you have a friend like me! And I have to say that I also feel blessed to have you as my friend. We won’t be seeing each other on your birthday but our thoughts are with each other for more than enough times to make up for the time we don’t physically spend with each other. We shall talk properly soon! I’m slightly early, but allow me to proclaim my greetings again: HAVE A GREAT BIRTHDAY!