feels like lightning running through my veins, every time I look at you
Because it wreaks of laziness -- of unoriginality. It just doesn't feel good. What surefire way to start off your date on a limpdick note than to show up with some fucking daisies or roses or whatever beta-cuck, Hallmark, no effort, vanilla kinda gesture as that. Maybe in the 18th century flowers were impressive but this is 2020-something. Every date should start with a slap in the face. At least then there might be chemistry.
Realities of Love
Clip from the HBO series, Succession, about the struggle to be genuine in love.
Sigur Rós - Valtari
This eerily beautiful dance between strangers is good too.
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