So this is a little Blackinnon thing I'm starting. Updates will not always be regular, and I'm trying out a rather different format, so the order of posts might not always be chronological, but I will try to indicate their year in every piece to make things less confusing. I hope you like it!
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You never really know a good feeling until you've had a bad one.
For example, if you've haven't had a bad day, but instead, consecutive good days, you eventually end up recognising those good days simply as normal days.
Think about it.
I find this similar to how before a bloke falls in love, he is perfectly excellent with life – unless you're like Peter, but let's face us, no one's like Peter – but then when you do, it's like a mortal getting a taste of Nectar.
It's so good, and you can't even recall how you survived without it, because being without it hurts – it hurts like fucking shit.
You learn this when it's ripped away – because as a bloke usually does, he screws it up – and you really, really wonder how you even got by before.
Let me tell you about Marlene McKinnon.
(Merlin, she really turned me into a pansy.)
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