[CONTENT NOTE: Here be dragons.]
“Did you get them?“ she asked as he walked through the door. She’d been pacing relentlessly since waking, and clearly hadn’t yet looked in the mirror; her hair was tangled and sticky, and last night’s makeup had transitioned from contoured to impressionist.… Read the rest “How Things Begin”
My mum, after not seeing me for a little while:
‘omg why have your boobs shrunk!’
😐
“Are you feeling okay, sweetie? It’s just that, normally, I can read your IUD’s serial number through your leggings, but lately you’re wearing pants designed for women who respect themselves.… Read the rest “Minimising”
From my “shit you people have never heard of” list:
Released in 1966, Any Wednesday was already old by the time I saw it as a kid. One of our local TV station managers apparently felt that he needed to squeeze every dime from the licensing fee he paid for the movie, because he ran it in the afternoon, every Saturday for a month.… Read the rest “Any Wednesday (1966)”
As I begin to gather unto me those who would give up all they have and follow, I find it instructive to learn from the intrepid souls who have trod this path before me. And this last week has taught me lots of lessons.… Read the rest “What Not To Do: Cult Edition”
I’ll never stop loving the fact that something this trivial absolutely fucking terrifies some otherwise badass bitches. The incongruity is delicious.
“Cut me, Daddy! Throw me down a flight of stairs! Punch me in the face, punch a baby into me, and then punch my code into the ATM so we can buy some Plan B and a cold compress!… Read the rest “It’s the little things that kill…”
Anything could happen, between the two of us. Everything. Nothing. It’s hard to say, and day-to-day. But whatever becomes of us, I want you to go on.
I want you to ache for me throughout a long, long life. I want you to write old-fashioned, pressed-flower-filled letters to me after I’m dead and you still have so many years left.… Read the rest “Under Construction”
I have learned that the single most dominant thing an old man can do to a young woman is force her to use email on a regular basis.
It’s like herding cats on to a frozen pond; if you can pull it off at all, you’re going to be treated to an incredible display of excitement and awkwardness.
She insists on sleeping on the couch because I’m up for the night, and she doesn’t want to be a whole room away. So I make up a pallet for her, putting down a sheet, tracking down her favorite blanket, and fluffing up her pillow.… Read the rest “The Watch”
“I keep asking myself if I should stop. I should probably stop, right? It hasn’t gone too far. My priest told me it’s never too late. I can control this. It doesn’t have to happen. I can just— just let you go, and everything will be okay.… Read the rest “”
