What’s a fuckass?
Typewriter Series #55 by Tyler Knott Gregson
How would you like me to tell you?
How would you like me to explain
when I try to describe to you how
much I want you? Do I say it with
words, or with long sighs out of my
tired lungs? Do I whisper it or
scream it across the space that should
not be separating us any longer?
Do I kneel down and with hands clasped
together phrase it as a question that
begins with ‘will’ and ends softly
with ‘stay here forever,’ the ‘you’
choked out in between the two halves.
Do I type it or carve it into
my skin so the blood can show you and
the scar forever remind you? Do I
beg or do I swallow it all and hope
that you know the way to see into my
chest, the letters white like bones
in the x-ray of how I am feeling?
Do I sink or do I swim? Which would
show you more, if sinking demands
bravery and swimming requires folly?
Tell me how to tell you and the
telling will be told.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
This is why gender neutral bathrooms are necessary
Exactly. It’s completely pointless—especially when there are single bathrooms (as opposed to communal bathrooms) who are gender specific.
- Jesus: Love thy neighbor as thyself
- Apostle: What if they’re gay?
- Jesus: Did I fucking stutter?
This game is scary as shit, so… time for chocolate, Sex and the City, kitten cuddles?
punkwhiterose asked: happy one month!
I just found this and it made me so happy. In July it will be a year. :)
everythinginmyheadisspinning asked: Who's your favorite fictional character and why?
Thing one: I love you for indulging me.
Thing two: Tough question. I probably have about ten thousand of those, and it doesn’t help that I’m reading four different books right now. Right now I’m reading The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray, so currently I think I’d have to say my favorite character is one of hers, named Felicity. Fee’s best friend, Pippa, has been corrupted, but Fee desperately wants to believe that she’s still the Pippa she’s always known. She’s fiercely loyal to the point where she’s willing to turn her back on her other friends because she wants to believe in Pippa. But it also blinds her, because others see that something is wrong in Pippa, but Fee refuses to believe it. Also, the book takes place in the late 1800s, and Fee’s parents want her to get married, but she just wants to kind of go off to Paris and tell everyone to fuck off, which I enjoy. She’s very feisty.
I absolutely feel like I’m going to burst out crying any second.
So I guess that means it’s BioShock time.
So Jess is in Ireland for two weeks. She only left yesterday and I already feel like we’ve been apart for an entire lifetime. I’ve never felt so alone. The house is so quiet without her here. I can’t sleep without her next to me. I want to cry nonstop. I can’t find enough things to keep myself occupied. I read or make dumplings for dinner or watch three Harry Potter movies in a row or sketch but it’s not enough. I can’t imagine how I’ll last the next thirteen days without her here. She calls when she can and we text and Skype, but it’s not the same as having her here.
So I’m asking all you lovely people to please talk to me. Send me messages, questions, anything to take up my time. Because these next two weeks are going to kill me, and I need something to distract me.
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