The Wonder Years - Passing Through A Screen Door
He’s so fucking stupid <3
Sound on I beg you
Audio: A cartoonish "bonk" as the cat hits the tank followed by a person's muffled laughter
It’s saturday and I’m re-organizing my wardrobe today.
Remember to take care of your merch like it’s your own kids 🤘
Nearly a Valediction
by Marilyn Hacker
You happened to me. I was happened to like an abandoned building by a bull- dozer, like the van that missed my skull happened a two-inch gash across my chin. You were as deep down as I’ve ever been. You were inside me like my pulse. A new- born flailing toward maternal heartbeat through the shock of cold and glare: when you were gone, swaddled in strange air I was that alone again, inventing life left after you.
I don’t want to remember you as that four o’clock in the morning eight months long after you happened to me like a wrong number at midnight that blew up the phone bill to an astronomical unknown quantity in a foreign currency. The U.S. dollar dived since you happened to me. You’ve grown into your skin since then; you’ve grown into the space you measure with someone you can love back without a caveat.
While I love somebody I learn to live with through the downpulled winter days’ routine wakings and sleepings, half-and-half caffeine- assisted mornings, laundry, stock-pots, dust- balls in the hallway, lists instead of longing, trust that what comes next comes after what came first. She’ll never be a story I make up. You were the one I didn’t know where to stop. If I had blamed you, now I could forgive
you, but what made my cold hand, back in prox- imity to your hair, your mouth, your mind, want where it no way ought to be, defined by where it was, and was and was until the whole globed swelling liquefied and spilled through one cheek’s nap, a syllable, a tear, was never blame, whatever I wished it were. You were the weather in my neighborhood. You were the epic in the episode. You were the year poised on the equinox.
“As one might expect from a work long in progress, first thoughts had to be replaced with second ones; even third thoughts have had to be revised.”
— Elizabeth L. Eisenstein, The Printing Revolution in Early Modern Europe
Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.