a love of shared disasters

An Open Letter to the Woman at Walmart

Story by kittythewildcat

Open Letter to the Woman at Walmart:

I saw you when I walked in. It looked like you had been there awhile. My cart was empty save for the soda I threw in as I walked by the sale right inside the door. You already had your cart half full of food.

And a crying baby.

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An Open Letter to the Woman at Walmart.

I saw you when I walked in. It looked like you had been there awhile. My cart was empty save for the soda I threw in as I walked by the sale right inside the door. You already had your cart half full of food.

And a crying baby.

And another child, dragging his feet as he prepared to throw a tantrum.
Your son, I assume he is about 4? I saw your frustration mounting with his behavior.

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I Fell Hard
— 

I love you

I, who have seen your heart,

Every fiber that was put into soul

I love you

I love you for every fault

Every disaster, every sin

I want to share every moment

Good, bad, high, low

I’ll take your anger

Your frustration, your disappointment

As long as I can hoard everything else:

Those rare grins you give when you find something amusing

The even rarer smiles when everything is right in the world for one irreplaceable moment

When you laugh at your own jokes, even if no one else does

That infuriating smirk you think is attractive but isn’t

(It’s beautiful, it’s all beautiful, you’re beautiful, and I wish you would hurry up and realize it because maybe then you would love yourself as much as I do)

You are my hope

My faith

The dream I never knew I had

All the pieces—messy and bent and cracked and perfect—that that form the person standing before me

I love them all

I only wish you loved me too

                                                          (Kaizoku_Musume)

anonymous asked:

hiya! another new samcait fan here! I love them so much! from what I've seen, I think they're together and just trying hard to hide it (sometimes sam does fail though hahaha). so any other goodies that come off the top of your headhead, other than secretly kissing at comic con? :P

oh jesus, where do I even begin? The kissing BTS is pretty great and there hasn’t been anything like that before but. I mean both Comic Cons have been just delightful:

See where he’s sitting? He moved his chair to be close to her so they’re basically sharing her name tag. 

human disaster in love, Sam Heughan. 

and then these gems from this year (on top of all the ones every posts all the time):

“is Sam Heughan single?”

(LETS REMEMBER THIS WAS THE FIRST TIME ANYONE HAD ASKED HIM AND HIS ANSWER WAS THAT HE’LL TELL KDS OFF CAMERA AND THEN GIGGLE WITH CAITRIONA. OK? OK.)

if you want some older throwbacks, I’m gonna put them under the cut for fear of this post getting obnoxious. (warning: this got WAY long oops)

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Open Letter to the Woman at Walmart:

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I saw you when I walked in. It looked like you had been there awhile. My cart was empty save for the soda I threw in as I walked by the sale right inside the door. You already had your cart half full of food.

And a crying baby.

And another child, dragging his feet as he prepared to throw a tantrum.

Your son, I assume he is about 4? I saw your frustration mounting with his behavior.

I wasn’t following you intentionally, we just both needed breakfast goods I guess. You bought Corn Pops, which, I agree with your son, are the worst of the breakfast cereals. He wanted Cocoa Puffs. I’m a Frosted Flakes man, myself. But I picked up Cocoa Puffs, too.

Next was the chips aisle. You bought pretzels, the small twists. I don’t know, I always prefer the rods, the salt ratio is better. I heard you try to hush your child. The baby doesn’t know better, but Derek does. You aren’t to pleading yet, that will come in three more aisles. For now, you are stern.

I bought Ramen while you buy Campbell’s. I share Derek’s distaste for tomato soup. It does taste like warm ketchup. His tantrum is growing, he is pulling on the sides of the cart, yelling “Earthquake!” and terrifying the baby. You scold him, loudly, and he hangs his head. I, too, share a love of natural disasters, but I prefer hurricanes. I like that we name them. It is comforting to give destruction a name.

Now I am following you. I am interested in Derek’s story. I watch as you fill your cart with food. I am so distracted I almost forget to buy crunchy peanut butter. My children, they love the crunchy kind. I love smooth, but a parent’s love, right? We all make sacrifices. I see Derek try to sneak Capri Sun into the cart. He isn’t very stealthy yet. You yell at him and rip the box out of his hands. Once you scoot forward I pick up the box and put it in my cart.

I’ll be honest, I got distracted for a few minutes. I needed to go down the baking aisle. I promised my kids we would make funfetti cake. I don’t know what happened, but when I emerged, you were at the corner where the baby clothes and food meet. Derek was crying, you were yelling and almost in tears yourself.

You turned and walked away. You left Derek crying as he sank to the floor.

You were only going to go a few aisles and turn back, hoping he had learned his lesson. I’ve seen it before.

I understand.

But you should never do that.

Did you know that Derek has a very feminine face? You let him grow out his hair.

I think he would look good as a blonde. Many girls are doing the pixie cut these days.

I have an extra dress just his size in my truck. It has Anna and Elsa on it. Kids love Frozen.

I could scoop him up and hug him. I’d comfort him, promise to get him some soda and candy.

We would be gone before you got to the appointed turn around aisle.

He would like my red truck. All my kids do. When they open the glove compartment, it is filled with toys. I think Chase left his Gameboy on the seat again. Derek could play with it.

Derek is too harsh a name for such a delicate child. I like Savannah.

You see, the Amber Alert will be looking for a boy with shaggy brown hair, blue jacket, grey batman tshirt, jeans and converse.

Savannah won’t match.

She will love her new brothers and sisters. We are making funfetti cake today.

I have too many children right now. It is hard to feed a family of seven.

Savannah will have to wait.