Twiggy fuck likes cherries.
He's a picky eater in my book, but then again I'm known to try anything at least once. I love eating different ethnic foods including sushi, Jamaican, Mexican, Indian and Ethiopian. He's into seafood with a very limited yet refined palate.
So, while at the grocery store shopping for local produce and practicing my politics, I decided to splurge and get him some Rainer cherries. Very sweet. Very expensive, but it's for my boyfriend so why not?
Tonight looking in the fridge I melted into the thought of him being supportive and wonderful in his own little way and this is how I chose to say thank you. It's not much, but it's what I can do.
Confusion is an understatement when it comes to the conflict Southern boy represents. I care very deeply for Twiggy Fuck, but I really think I might be falling in love with Southern Boy. While I know someone (if not everyone) is going to get hurt, and all I can think is life's just one big fucking bowl of cherries, and when you're finished your left with stems and pits. Lovely.
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