on second thought, gonna reblog this bit (for you). he says a lot there must be a reason my name is on his ass, but he doesn't know/say what it is. I asked myself that question before he turned up again (sorta), not to make any sense of him but to find me again:

'Other than my ma and my kids, there was never anyone more delightABLE than he was. (A rare thing in a man - they're hopelessly dangerously miserable mostly, like Tbone 💔.)  That included his body (all of it, not just his dick) and his mind (quick to laugh), in every way. I could delight him all damn day (= I could be delightful all day every day)...'

of course I didn't anticipate that he had anything like this shitstorm in front of him - the rehab, his parents re his divorces, the stages of grief, this playing in the sandbox situation - none of it. he mighta misplaced delightABLE in all that while I was misplacing delightful, z'all I'm sayin

it's soo soft

"I love a good throw"