a lady stopped me today to tell me she liked my dress and she called me "striking" so if you'll excuse me i'm going to be riding that high for the rest of the night
You go with it.
We just don't do enough to make other people feel good these days. And honestly, it's hard to, when all around us is a raging forest fire of fuckery.
You bask in the glow of that compliment. And when you can, pass it along to someone else who needs to hear it.
