I learned watching Landman that having sex while wearing hair extensions (locked down not clip-in crap) is "Saturday night sex." Not long ago, he said to me, 'Remember when you had those extensions, that was CRAZY!' 

I wouldn't do it again lol. But I don't know what I would do now except I still think every little stupid thing should be going for the "saturday night" version of itself. I have returned to my vows on that particular life philosophy.

MARU MORI, constant awareness of

Hear me out. A healthy human being needs a lot of things. And trying to get all those needs met and trying to help get them met for others, it is very complicated. You have to be constantly humble in the face of that, I think.

But, all kindsa affections can be manifested in a million little things. 

Doting is part fetish. And are we not past kinkshaming? 

Plus, ya think Thoreau's painstaking re-straightening of old nails, all of  them, wasn't extreme attention to the physical preciousness of the everyday? 

"tell me how the love stays strong when the food runs through"

paying attention 👁 for one