ends-in-sunlight:

You say you want something beautiful 

tonight, but on nights like these my 

store of beautiful bullshit words is 

pretty dry. Truth is, today, people 

were pretty cuntish. All around the 

world. But around every cuntish

act I saw more people ready to 

help, mend and sew hearts back 

together (or run that filthy jerk

over with a truck, whichever)

and that is the beautiful thing 

I can think of tonight. After a long

day of idiocy, there are people

like you and me, who are willing

to help and to hold dear those 

loved ones miles away.