- cross-posted to:
- onehundredninetysix@lemmy.blahaj.zone
- cross-posted to:
- onehundredninetysix@lemmy.blahaj.zone
EDIT: A tale of 2 struggling artists bonding over a love of each others art.
EDIT: A tale of 2 struggling artists bonding over a love of each others art.
The kebab maker’s kind words healed OP, which OP motivated through consistent financial boosts. The lesson is that OP has the power to be the healing force he wishes to see in the world, but he’s going to have to stop projecting it onto kebabs in order to see it.
This is a green text so I have to go with the simplest explanation:
I ate Kabab and survived. It is good.