one of my favourite things in the world is casual intimacy. a small hand on your back when you’re in crowded streets. a gentle kick from where they’re sitting across the table. a head on the shoulder, a hand in your hand, a squeeze on the arm as they’re walking past you. and i think maybe love isn’t made up of grand gestures or explosive displays but that it’s made up of the little things. the little things that say i’m here and i care for you and that your life has intertwined so deeply into mine that that there’s no need to think, because casual intimacy comes easy
schools reopened in greece today and among other incidents a mother yanked the mask off her son’s face and told him to never wear a mask, a father head-banged a teacher for saying that his kids will have to wear masks at school, sending the teacher to the hospital, someone tried to sue a school for not letting their kids enter without a mask, parents are protesting in the streets against the use of masks at schools and i heard a woman say that masks are suffocating the children and that they’re bad for their development. not to be radical but since covid refusers want to die so bad just go ahead...