I don’t love you because you are perfect or beautiful.
Nor is it because you are broken and flawed.
I love you because it is in me to love you.
Therefore, no matter how beautiful or perfect you are,
Those will fade and I will love you no less.
Though your flaws and brokenness be fixed and healed,
I could not love you any more than I already do.
Our love is etched in eternity and cannot be changed.
For love was beautifully broken for the perfectly flawed.
I want you to hold my hand while we go grocery shopping. I want you to play with my hair while we watch tv. I want you to kiss me in the middle of my sentence because you wanted to taste my words. I want you to rub my back as we fall asleep. I want you to sing my favorite song when I look sad. I want you to do these things without having to think about them. Do them because you love me.
I can’t wait for mornings like this
The Gashadokuro are such a cool folklore concept.
My favorite thing is this idea that they somehow are able to silently stalk people despite being almost 100-foot tall skeletons, because no one looks up.
Gashadokuro aka the starving skeletons are the reanimated and combined bones of the victims of starvation. Up to a hundred feet tall, they are heralded by the sound of bells ringing in the ears of their victims. They reach down from above to capture people and bit their heads off. The Gashadokuro haunt the darkness after midnight.
Japanese folklore has a ton of giant skeletons but the Gashadokuro is the coolest + creepiest