hypocritepoet

No night can ever be perfect again, but they can be perfectly wonderful

Tonight:

Vodka Tonic and A BIG FAT STEAK. It required a grill repair, but absolutely worth it, even if I did have to cook in 105º heat.

THANKS Dust Merdian.

Then it was an hour of Blake's Dances with Wolves. it's just a delight to read.

“He had fallen in love with this wild, beautiful country and everything it contained. It was the kind of love people dream of having with other people: selfless and free of doubt, reverent and everlasting.”

“I had never really known who John Dunbar was. Perhaps because the name itself had no meaning.”

“The great, cloudless sky. The rolling ocean of grass... Just sheer, empty space. He was adrift. It made his heart jump in a strange and profound way.”

“He had fallen in love... It was the kind of love people dream of having with other people: selfless and free of doubt, reverent and everlasting.”

Yes, lasting. even if it's from the deepest darkest hole... it lasts.

And now, finished the evening watching Spiderman, Homecoming and Perks of Being a Wallflower.