(870): I just looked at my iPhone gps history… “the gas station”, “the park with a big scary fence”, “the trampoline”, and, my favorite, “where we were when we were about to do lines off a bible”.
fuckyeahslightlyamusing:thefrogman:(via theduty)Ack, I forgot to label this NSFW. Sorry if I got you in trouble at work.
AVA AVA AVA!!!!!!!!
this made sense last night. spelling and punctuation has been maintained (including the end parenthesis without a partner):
Foot whoops new friend, like earmuffs pressing gently through my temple, to my skull. I am not with any idea-full of which things I am supposed to be doing, ALTHOUGH I am hungry, my teeth have been flossed and I’m pantsless again. The heavy weight in each toe remains, cementing me to the ground even as the feet hang flotantly (?) off the air (into the air?). I should make real plans and think of my own benefit—what would be helpful to me). My heart beats faster, then slower, writing as if by candlelight with my hands pressed against my eyelid. Centerfold! Abruptly the conversation ended and I, still as flannel as I was before, are to remember that all that seems real is just a dream, and something touching about Jimmy and his family, his father maybe. Jimmy who I’ve never met, although I’ve claimed, or been told, instead that the meeting has since occurred and therefore induction of friendship.
Hitherto, therefore, foremore(st?).
Can’t stop shower time. No, though, too much.
Ava, reading this reminds me of when i read the spanish stories, this is about how much sense they make in my mind
I can’t tell if this is true. I agree, but then I think that I only agree because my life turned out the way it did, and my life only turned out the way it did because my parents love me, I am not an orphan, I go to a good school where I get a good education, my dad and mom work and so we have money to pay for things we need and want, I was never beaten, I’ve never really lost anyone, I do not have a big brother that treats me badly, I did not live in Rwanda in 1994 and I did not suffer through a massacre. I think that no matter how hard we try we will never truely understand what its like to be someone other than ourselves, at least not fully, and that has an impact on the way we think about life. So whoever wrote this, have you been raped? Did you grow up in poverty? Maybe you’ve gone through some tough shit, I don’t know. And that’s the point, You never know.
