a concept: my wife is planting vegetables in our garden. i’m collecting honey from our bees so we can sell it in the local farmers market. once the sun sets we head inside. my wife peels back my bee mask and kisses me. their hands are dirty but it’s okay bc i love them. we drink rosé next to our fire place. we’re warm. our love is warm. and we are happy.
Care to elaborate on your tags re: Harry's music and your worries concerning content vs form? I don't get it. Thanks.