it was fruits galore over at my grandma's always.
as it is everyweek. im not exaggerating, swear.
grapes. snakefruit. blueberries. bananas. watermelon. pomegranates. rambutans.
seeing them lying all on the dining table gives me an inexplicable sense of warmth (?) joy (?) confusion (?) health (!)
healthy yes, but i think they have been cancelled out by the equally astounding amount of junkfood available. in addition to my fab grandparent's homecooking, i think i might have eaten enough to last me the entire of next week.

love defined: when another's happiness is essential to your own
i cant remember where i read it from, but to me that is, the closest definition.