This picture was uploaded to Flickr by ξαβλ. Bonus points for taking graff flix with a Lomo LC-A and cross processing the film. Minus points for being such a Negative Nancy about the holiday by writing such an angsty summary.

Seriously, what is it with Valentines Day? If you’re not in a relationship, it’s a miserable, tawdry reminder of your single status, being shoved down your throat for months on end, with the culminating anguish of an empty doormat on 14th February, an empty pigeon hole at work, a feeling of emptiness and inadequacy – a bitter taste I remember all to well.

If you’re with a partner, I don’t see why you have to be orchestrated by greedy commercial organisations into expressing your love for the one you’re with. Every day should be Valentine’s Day. Why wait till February 14th to

- tell your partner that you love them
- cuddle and kiss
- make a card conveying your emotion
- curl up together on the sofa
- eat dinner with your fingers
- hold hands
- gaze at the moon and stars
- share a bag of chips on a windy seafront
- spoon
- share laughter
- turn off the tv and talk
- eat strawberries and icecream off each others bodies
- just be?

It’s dreadful, and I loathe it.

Fuck Valentines.

Well said, sort of, but I got my lovely lady a box of chocolate covered strawberries and plan on getting a face full of vagoo tonight.

Happy Valentine’s Day, everybody!