The intimacy of answering the phone “Hey you.”
The intimacy of stopping to wait when someone needs to tie their shoe.
The intimacy of knowing when someone’s voice is thick with worry or sleep.
The intimacy of singing (badly) with someone in the car.
The intimacy of huddling together under a shelter/umbrella.
The intimacy of instantly recognising someone’s handwriting.
The intimacy of trying to make plans and, “Oh no we can’t, you’re working that day.”
The intimacy of matching your pace to theirs as you walk.
The intimacy of being there for someone as they cry.
The intimacy of “How did you know that?” “Because I know you.”
The intimacy of feeling someone’s warmth through their clothes when you hug.
The intimacy of being given change that’s warm from the heat of someone else’s hand.
The intimacy of shared, comfortable silence.
The intimacy of knowing how someone would react.
The intimacy of keeping the radio off when someone falls asleep on a long car journey.
The intimacy of sharing one earbud each.
The intimacy of noticing someone’s nervous habits.
The intimacy of “I had a dream about you.”
The intimacy of inside jokes.
The intimacy of feeding someone food as they drive (or really any other time).
The intimacy of knowing just how someone likes their tea/coffee.
The intimacy of trying something new together and having no idea what you’re doing; the shared hesitancy.
The intimacy of someone saying “Text me when you’re home safe.”
The intimacy of someone falling asleep next to you. On your shoulder. In your company.
The intimacy of sharing secrets in the nighttime, because 3am will never tell.
The intimacy of someone’s pet recognising you and coming over to say hello.
The intimacy of “This made me think of you.”
The intimacy of borrowing a jacket still warm from their body heat.
The intimacy of seeing someone’s unfocused eyes when they first wake up.
The intimacy of ordering food and “shall we share it?”
The intimacy of someone sharing the meaning behind their tattoos.
The intimacy of just looking at someone and dissolving into laughter together.
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They will not stop unless we refuse to give them money. Do not support ai. Only human made art!
Ok, say you don't care about artists jobs. You suck, but I get some people truly don't care.
Here's why you should still boycott.
Game companies are spending less money and giving you an inferior product *and not charging less*
They are not paying aritsts anynore, but they are pocketing the saving and not reducing the cost to consumers.
So if you don't want to b boycott over artists being screwed, boycott over you being screwed.
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It gets better. The little backpack has a two-way radio.
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