I write to you soaked in heavenly tears and I’m thinking that love is like water. Together we drink; together we drown. Rivers flow from unfathomable mouths and I pray that my sins are not too great to reward dehydration.
But if love is water then I am a dam whose mere existence is a perversion of a divine plan. And you are a crack with promise of freedom for whom I would gladly crumble. Yet I remain stone, inanimate stone. My vices curl around my fingers, through black lungs as they mock my pine, my yearn for their capricious endeavor.
But even the River does not run forever. In denouement it is carried by its own eagerness to that inevitable ocean from which we all sprang and becomes poisonous. But in that final moment, before that which bears life ultimately takes it away, I am reminded of the Delta; the fecund and perennial sign of hope.
I can feel the cracks growing larger. I can feel your bonny fingers guiding me into the spring. I can feel your laughter penetrating all and I’m thinking that love is like water.
May we never be thirsty again.
I swear this is how the scene went
Charlie Brown is a blockhead, but he did get a nice tree.
A Charlie Brown Christmas (dir. Bill Melendez), 1965.
"you’re afraid you don’t fit in. you’re afraid you’ll be alone. great news! you share that with all of us, so you’ll never be alone and you’ll always fit in."
ACTUAL SUMMARY OF GREEK MYTHOLOGY
- Zeus: im gonna put my dick in it
- Everyone: dont put ur dick in it
- Zeus: toO LaTE
I don’t know how actors get any work done when somebody’s wearing a motion capture suit.