Vinny this isn’t a dancing game.
I don’t need a game to dance.
bouncing off my last post: really really show the people in your life that you appreciate them while you can. some people will perform titanic acts of selflessness for you and never think twice, thinking that’s their job or duty or that’s what you’re due from them. correct them. they’re important, the actual saints that walk among us. and even if it’s just someone who’s there when you need them at the right times, they’re no less saints
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.