i kind of don't know what i'm doing here

Favourite Lyrics of each Divide Song
  • Eraser: The world may be filled with hate, but keep erasing it now, somehow
  • Castle On The Hill: Had my first kiss on a Friday night, I don't reckon I did it right
  • Dive: I've been known to give my all and jumping in harder than 10,000 rocks on the lake
  • Shape Of You: Me and my friends at the table doing shots, drinking fast and then we talk slow
  • Perfect: She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home
  • Galway Girl: I swear I'm going to put you in a song that I write about a Galway girl and a perfect night
  • Happier: He said something to make you laugh, I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours
  • New Man: Every year he goes to Malaga, with all the fellas, drinks beer, but has a six pack, I'm kind of jealous
  • Hearts Don't Break Around Here: She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home
  • what Do I Know?: You know we are made up of love and hate but both of them are balanced on a razor blade
  • How Would You Feel (Paean): I'm feeling younger, every time that I'm alone with you
  • Supermarket Flowers: Dad always told me don't you cry when you're down, but mum there's a tear every time that I blink
  • Barcelona: Well get up up on the dancefloor tonight, I've got two left feet and a bottle of red wine
  • Bibia Be Ye Ye: And in the pocket of my jeans are only coins and broken dreams, my heart is breaking at the seams and I'm coming apart now
  • Nancy Mulligan: From her snow white streak in her jet black hair, over sixty years I've been loving her.
  • Save Myself: I gave you all my energy and I took away your pain, cause human beings are destined to radiate or drain

30 Day OTP Challenge:

Day Thirty: Do What You Want

Thank You ♥

  • naruto: idk i think i dont really wanna be hokage anymore
  • sasuke: huh?
  • naruto: i mean like. it was kind of a kiddy dream, right? i don't really think i want the job, i don't think i'd be very good at it. i just wanted the acknowledgement, really, but i've got that! and i've got friends, and family... i think i'm good.
  • sasuke: that's good, then.
  • naruto: but idk what else to do with my life if i don't do that, you know? that was the whole plan.
  • sasuke: are you asking me for advice?
  • naruto: i mean, i guess?
  • sasuke: dude i didn't plan to live past like, max 17. i'm wingin' absolutely everything here.
  • naruto: dude
  • sasuke: why do you think all my decisions are so poorly thought out?
  • naruto: because you're stupid?
  • sasuke: shut the fuck up

anonymous asked:

i had an abortion last summer, and i've struggled a lot afterwards. i took an overdose in october bc i just couldn't deal with the guilt and regret. now i'm pregnant again, and i kind of wanted to keep it, but i don't really know the guy at all. when i first told him he took it ok, but he called me later saying if i don't have an abortion he's gonna kill himself. i'm pro choice all the way, but i know how much i grieved last time. i'm gonna have a life on my conscience no matter what i do???

Do what YOU want or need to do. I’m here to support you whatever you decide, and if you need to talk I’ll be a sounding board. Best wishes, anon. ❤

great comet songs summarized by hamilton quotes
  • prologue: we have a war to fight, let's move along.
  • pierre: meanwhile in all the bleedin' and fightin', i've been readin' and writin'
  • moscow: and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world!
  • the private and intimate life of the house: you'll be back. soon you'll see. you'll remember you belong to me.
  • natasha & bolkonskys: here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements! sweet jesus!
  • no one else: look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit, i'm helpless! down for the count, and i'm drowning in 'em.
  • the opera: i have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight. we were at a revel with some revels on a hot night.
  • natasha & anatole: trying to catch your eyes from the side of the ballroom.
  • natasha lost: how could i dO this?
  • the duel (part one): no more sex, pour me another brew, son!
  • the duel (part two): can we agree that duels are dumb and immature? sure, but your man has to answer for his words.
  • dust and ashes: i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. is this where it gets me? on my feet, several feet ahead of me? if i see it coming, do i run, or fire my gun, or let it be? there is no beat, no melody.
  • sunday morning: i take the children to church on sundays, the sign of the cross at the door.
  • charming: i'm so sorry to bother you at home, but i don't know where to go, and i came here all alone.
  • the ball: lord, show me how to say no to this, i don't know how to say no to this. in my mind i'm trying to go, then her (his) mouth is on mine, and i don't say no!
  • letters: why do you write like you're running out of time?
  • sonya & natasha: be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive.
  • sonya alone: i know my sister like i know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. i love my sister more than anything in this life, i will choose her happiness over mine, every time.
  • preparations: rumors only grow, and we both know what we know.
  • balaga: no one has more resilience, or matches my practical, tactical brilliance!
  • the abduction: one last time, relax, have a drink with me. one last time, let's take a break tonight, and i'll teach you how to say goodbye.
  • in my house: most of them in my own house. DAMN! you ever see somebody ruin their own life?
  • a call to pierre: *jefferson voice* whaaaaaaaaaaaaat
  • find anatole: i'm not here for you.
  • pierre & anatole: congratulations. you have invented a new kind of stupid. a damage you can never undo kind of stupid. an open all the cages in the zoo kind of stupid. truly, you didn't think this through, KIND OF STUPID.
  • natasha very ill: i'm erasing myself from the narrative. you have torn it all apart, i'm watching it burn.
  • pierre & andrey: don't lecture ME about the war, you didn't fight in it! i almost died in a trench, while you were off getting high with the french!
  • pierre & natasha: if you see him in the street, walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity. they are going through the unimaginable.
  • the great comet of 1812: let me tell you what i wish i'd known, when i was young and dreamed of glory.

anonymous asked:

I want to improve my vocabulary skills, but I don't know where to start, there are so many words. I'm kind of stuck right here. So many words I never heard of before so I am not sure if I will able to use it in real life. what should I do?

Expanding your vocabulary is as easy as ABC!


If you’ve got a mobile device like a cell phone or a tablet, go to your app store or play store and search “vocabulary.” There are tons of great apps that use games, word associations, or even just alerting you with a random new word every day. We know how much time we waste on our devices sometimes, so here’s one way you can be working on your words while you’re doing it. 

Here’s a list of 7 Mobile Apps to Improve Your Vocabulary.


Read! You’d be surprised how naturally you absorb words by simply reading books. If reading is something you struggle to find enjoyment in, do not give up! If the books you’re reading are boring you, then you haven’t found the right book yet. It’s okay to start books and quit them because you’re bored, so long as you pick up another one and give it a shot. With so many books in the world, you’re bound to find a dozen or so that you can get excited about. 


Listen to the conversations around you and take note of any words that come up that you don’t know. It’s fun to keep them in a little handheld notebook, but if you don’t have something like that (or it’s not near you), grab the nearest piece of scratch paper and jot it down. When you’ve got a free moment, look up the words with a dictionary or dictionary app and take note of the definitions. 

If you’re feeling especially bold, try to use new words you’ve identified as writing prompts. If it’s a noun, write a character that is or has that noun. For a verb, write a character doing that verb. And for an adjective, describe a character that embodies that adjective. For anything else, just find a way to use the word in your prompt somewhere. 

If you keep your ears open, you’ll run into new words everywhere. Your job now is to stop, consider the words, look them up, and absorb them. Don’t just let them fly over your head. 


The Outsiders as John Mulaney Quotes
  • Ponyboy: you know how you lie to your parents?
  • Two-bit: it is 100% easier not to do things than to do them
  • Dallas: i'll keep all my emotions right here and then one day i'll die
  • Darry: i don't want to be doing what i'm doing either
  • Johnny: i am very small, and i have no money. so you can imagine the kind of stress that i am under
  • Sodapop: hi, i'm very gay and would like a few dollars
  • Steve: i guess someone said something like "something something police." and in a brilliant moment of word association i yelled “fuck da police!” and everyone else joined in. a hundred drunk white children yelling fuck da police

I mean, if they wanted they could have made Lumière and Cogsworth the married couple we always knew they were instead of doing this. Develop their relationship, make Lumière’s incessant flirting an avoidance mechanism to make up for his pining for someone who he thinks indifferent and Cogsworth’s distant attitude a way to negate his feelings as what he thinks an act towards objectivity which he needs to fulfill his job the only way he knows how to. They could have made Mrs. Potts the friend who’s in the middle, seeing her favorite people act like dumb idiots but who also knows she has to let them find their way on their own. They could have made them confess their feelings at the end, as they talk about their bet, after seeing true love changing them, both literally and metaphorically. Fifi/Babette wouldn’t mind in the end, she would not only understand, after witnessing this she’d find the courage to ask Madame out on a date involving pretty dresses and a night at the opera. I don’t know, I’m not trying to write a b&b fic here, I’m just saying that nobody deserves to be tied romantically with Gaston, that’s the point of the movie, and if you want more representation you can do better than making it through a man devoted to a toxic abusive asshole. Howard deserved better. 

anonymous asked:

Waaaaaaay too often: "Can you read every ingredient off of every one of these 20 cans of cat food to me? I don't have my glasses and I can't see anything without them lol." Haha yeah, I can't see shit without my glasses either so you know what I do? I ALWAYS MAKE SURE I HAVE MY GLASSES WITH ME. Especially if I'm going to need to be reading, say, ingredients so I can decide what kind of cat food to buy. Get it together, I'm here to do my job and reading to your dumb self isn't in the description.

I got and read Thick as Thieves this week and aaa it was everything I hoped and dreamed it’d be so to celebrate here’s me trying to figure out some of the faces!


Hey hey, new imlove blog! I’ve been inspired by @imloveroselalonde and @imlovedavestrider to create this (and also I didn’t see an imlove Gamzee appreciation blog? There is probably one out there though lmao)

Well, I’m here now, floating in the void that is Tumblr.

the unending cycle
  • me: god look at all this bullshit in my writing i don't know what i'm doing look at this it could be so much better why isn't it-
  • a comment: i love this! here's a thing about it i thought was very good!
  • me: aww thanks kind stranger that makes me feel better
  • me, ten minutes later: ...god why is this scene so mediocre it should be better-

anonymous asked:

What do you do when your sister is abusive, your mom protects her pedophile ex boyfriend who hid cameras in your bedroom when you were 12-15 to get naked photos/videos of you and you find out years later and she admits she's known the whole time, your dad is a homophobic racist piece of shit who constantly makes fun of you and tells you you can't do anything with your life and he's turning your little brother exactly like him??? I'm honestly at a loss here I don't know what to do

You find somewhere else to live and you call the police and/or CPS (child protective services). The boyfriend needs to be in jail and registered as a sex offender. And so does anyone who knew about it and didn’t report it. At the very least anyone who knew and didn’t do anything need to be scared shitless by the cops and CPS.

And you need to start going to see a good therapist. Because having to deal with this kind of thing is not normal, and you wouldn’t (and I wouldn’t!) want to wake up one day and realize that the abuse you learned to live with (that was normalized in your environment) has effected other parts of your life or your ability to be a “whole” person later on in life. This is some heavy shit and there will be ramifications. Maybe not today or five years from now, but at some point they’re going to surface. It would be better to start going to see someone now because they can help you deal with what’s happening, with that’s happened, and they will help you identify things about your family members and about yourself that you need to be able to look at and understand within context of how it relates and effects you and how you’ve been raised to see the world. I hope that makes sense.

Girls will become their mother and marry person like their father. That works in the inverse for boys. And you don’t want to wake up one day and realize that you’ve chosen to spend your life with someone who is just like your father (only maybe it’s not homophobic it’s another outlet for that kind of anger or thinking). Same as you don’t want to wake up one day and realize that you’ve become your mother and created an unsafe environment for your kids or that you’ve become complacent and don’t care about people’s actions the way you should.

And we can’t prevent ourselves from becoming our parents on our own. The best we can do is to realize that we don’t want to be like our parents, or that we see where they are not living healthy lives and then to accept that we need outside assistance to help us relearn and reprogram ourselves so that we can change. And that’s a hard thing. And that’s not to say that there is not good in your parents or your siblings. We can love and see love in those who hurt us. And sometimes the people who abuse us are not all bad. They just don’t see their behavior for what it is. But you can. And you can get help to make sure that you’re able to reprogram yourself so that you don’t become the way they are. So that you can look at things in the family and be able to see how your father thinks the way he thinks and how you can’t change him, but you can change yourself and know that you have worth and you are not what he thinks you care and that you are worthy of love and all the stuff that goes with that.

I’m sorry if this seems so randomly put together. I’m on my phone and trying to formulate thoughts in an organized way is harder than when I’m on a computer and can jump around.

But PM me if you need help.

You should find someone you trust to tell such as a teacher or school official. They usually have training on how to go about helping students who are living in unsafe environments. I’m not sure how old you are either or if you have friends or family that would let you live with them. There are programs for underage people who’ve been emancipated to help them pay for the cost of living and stuff if they have no one else to live with.

That’s whole ask is just infuriating. And sadly, racist/homophobic parents is not usually something you could be legally removed from a house for (although I’ve read about cases where it was necessary). But the camera thing is definitely something you could use to legally be removed from the house. And regardless the boyfriend needs to be reported to the police so that the same thing doesn’t happen to other people.

Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, I’ve communicated with some producers for a popular psychologist’s talk show, if I had more details on this situation, I could help you write it up and pitch it to them. They might pick it up and want your family to come be on their show. Then you can not only shame them on national TV, but you could get the right kind of help. But yeah. Please PM me if you need help.

I’m Here For You

I know I haven’t posted anything new in a while, and I have no idea if this even makes sense, or if it’s well written. I just started writing and didn’t stop. I’ve had a lot going on right now, and on top of that, I have had major writers block. Then today, I was laying bed with my music playing, and a song spoke out to me. I needed to write something. So, I wrote this one shot that was inspired by the song Lips of an Angel by Hinder. 

PS. As for chapter 8 of the Road Trip. I am almost done with it. I promise it will be up in the next couple of days. 

Word Count: 3,043

Sometimes when the universe wants something to happen, it’s going to happen no matter what—that was Lucas’ exact thought when he saw Riley waiting for him in his bedroom with a big envelope. He gets taken back to freshmen year where they both were afraid their relationship had reached the end when Mrs. Matthews got the job offer in London, and they were both relieved when Mrs. Matthews decided to stay in New York, yet their senior year is here, and Riley is holding the big envelope from Cambridge University—everyone knows what the big envelope means.

The pair talked about what would happen if Riley got accepted when she applied. They were hopefully for the future of their relationship, the way they have always been, but the thousands of miles that would be there is separate them made them a tad bit doubtful.

Keep reading

dirtylevi  asked:

You and your blog give me lifeeee. Thank you for all the awesome content you grace my dash with everyday, for all you contribute to this fandom, and for being an all around amazing human-being ♡

(^^actual leaked footage of me opening my inbox to this)

I’m like…honestly shook and have had a dumb grin on my face for the past 5 min trying to figure out how to reply and I just….thank you?! so much?! like this seriously 100% made my day and I don’t deserve these kinds words dgsjdkasak especially from you like…you think my blog is great, have you looked at yours?! The epitome of must-follow in the SnK fandom no doubt^^ 

anonymous asked:

Honestly, I have some feelings about the whole "emotional labor" thing. I do think emotional labor exist and is obviously an issue. But at the same time, a lot of people I'm friends/interact with will say something and then anytime anyone asks for more information/clarification, it becomes emotional/labor. ???? But at the same time, am I just enacting (masc) violence by dismissing their labor? Is asking you this making you labor? Yes/no? I'm just kinda confused and don't know what to say or do

you’re probably confused because it’s kind of confusing! like a lot of things on here & in activist spaces more broadly, the concept of emotional labour is a vital one that gets at a lot of important things about how the world operates (esp. surrounding women & racialised people), but it’s subject to being twisted into a rhetorical strategy to help people justify bad-faith behaviour.

the emotional exploitation of women is very real and deeply connected to the capitalist exploitation of our domestic labour. similarly, demanding that marginalised people tirelessly & endlessly educate their oppressors about their own oppression drains energy that would be better spent somewhere else. I’ve experienced firsthand the reality of people acting deeply entitled to & disrespectful of my time and energy, taking it for granted that I would put in hours of work for them despite the fact that I had already made the resources that they could use to educate themselves readily available. (as an aside, this is also uncomfortable bc I’d rather people came to their own conclusions, rather than being put in the position of feeding anyone what to believe–which can only ever lead to an incomplete understanding.)

HOWEVER there are definitely ways in which this concept has been (mis)used that are just absolutely wild. for sure no one (who’s not getting paid for it) is obligated to educate anyone about anything–but it’s still bizarre to assert something and then refuse to further articulate your ideas or the reasons behind them because, “emotional labour,” or something (and I’m talking about a lot of people here). when we talk about people being expected to educate their oppressors, we’re talking about information that’s readily available–not more complex topics that can be divisive and that require a lot of perspective and interpretation (such as this last discussion about the relationship between race and class). when it comes to that kind of thing, it’s still true that educating people ( / giving people resources & perhaps your opinion on how to interpret them) isn’t something that any given person HAS to do–but of course a large part of any “leftist” or whatever work does have to be to educate and inform. otherwise what is the point?

so, yes, clarifying what you mean is performing labour, me answering this ask is performing labour, & they’re things that you either choose to do or that you choose not to do. but accusing people of “demanding emotional labour” for asking you to fully articulate what you’ve just hinted at (as long as they’re not acting entitled or disrespectful, as long as you haven’t already made the information readily available) is ugly & imo it can demonstrate a very superior attitude that I’m not fond of…….. no one is better than anyone else for knowing things that other people don’t

Fairy Tail Reacts: Larcana Ship
  • <p> <b>Cana:</b> He's cute.<p/><b>Larcade:</b> I don't understand why this exists and why you assume that I would care. I'm leaving.<p/><b>Cana:</b> .....kind of a dick though.<p/><b>Zeref:</b> Definitely.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> I don't really know what is going on.<p/><b>Lucy:</b> What do you think of this couple.<p/><b>Natsu:</b> THEY'RE A COUPLE?!?!<p/><b>Lucy:</b> -facepalm-<p/><b>Gray:</b> Well then I wanna know what her other "ships" think. Let's do that.<p/><b></b> LuCana.<p/><b>Mavis:</b> What do you think Lucy?<p/><b>Lucy:</b> Whatever makes Cana happy I guess.<p/><b>Cana:</b> -grabs Lucy's boobs- These make me feel happy.<p/><b>Lucy:</b> C-Cana.<p/><b></b> LoCana.<p/><b>Loke:</b> OH NO HE CAN'T HAVE CANA'S BODY...ONLY ME!<p/><b>Cana:</b> Welp we're done here.<p/><b></b> Hibicana.<p/><b>Hibiki:</b> Well I think...-dragged away by Jenny-<p/><b>Jenny:</b> Carry on Brunette.<p/><b>Cana:</b> We're done here too.<p/><b></b> Juvana.<p/><b>Juvia:</b> Juvia think Cana deserves whats best for her. If she is Happy then Juvia is happy.<p/><b>Happy:</b> Aye.<p/><b>Cana:</b> Aww thanks Juvi. Love you -kisses forehead-<p/><b></b> CanaJane.<p/><b>Mirajane:</b> Well Cana are you cheating on us?<p/><b>Cana:</b> I'd never cheat on you Mira.<p/><b>Mirajane:</b> LIES!
  • Cana: Calm down Mira. I'm sorry.<p/><b>Mirajane:</b> Fine. -huff-<p/><b></b> FreCana.<p/><b>Freed:</b> I'm sure Larcade will indeed NOT care about Cana but I will admit that it exists for a reason so....meh.<p/><b>Cana:</b> Wow Thanks Freed.<p/><b>Freed:</b> You're welcome.<p/><b>Cana:</b> I was being sarcas-<p/><b>Freed:</b> -puts finger over her mouth- ssshhh<p/><b></b> Baccana.<p/><b>Bacchus:</b> I knew you were WILD!<p/><b>Cana:</b> You know it. Wanna grab a drink?<p/><b>Bacchus:</b> -backs away slowly-<p/><b>Cana:</b> -hears spark crackle-<p/><b></b> Laxana.<p/><b>Laxus:</b> .......<p/><b>Cana:</b> ....Sparky?<p/><b>Laxus:</b> ........-gets up and leaves-<p/><b>Cana:</b> Laxus come back. It's ok. Don't be mad.<p/><b>Gildarts:</b> Ha! Jealous Looooser.<p/><b>Laxus:</b> I WILL TEAR BOTH YOUR ARMS OFF, BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH ONE, AND SHOVE THE METAL ONE UP YOUR A-<p/><b>Cana:</b> Anyway! Thanks for reading their opinions. Have a good one.<p/></p>
Okay but imagine the Kpop Drunk Mom Squad™ for a minute
  • Suho : my husband left me and I have to deal with eight children alone hELP
  • Jeonghan : Bro I have 11 sons it's been months since the last time I had sex dAMN IT
  • Jin : Dude at least your kids respect you, my kids rule over my life, I'm nice but one day I'll break and puNCH THEM
  • Jinyoung : Here, y'all deserve a shot
  • Jin : Gimme five I need it
  • Jeonghan : I don't need soju I just need my husband, some free time and a hotel room far away from all of them
  • Jinyoung : Shhhh just drink. Yeah go ahead finish this entire bottle it's fine, shhhh
  • Jin : Jinyoungie how you doing by the way?
  • Jinyoung : Bambam can't stop dabbing, Jackson defines Loud and Yugyeom is a brat honestly I just want to sleEP
  • Jeonghan : Why sleep when you have ALCOHOL
  • Suho : Tru come on y'all sloppy drunk bitches drinks are on me
  • Jin : Why does it always ends in alcohol with us tho
  • Jeonghan : shut up we're here to get wasted and complain
  • Jinyoung : just drink up bro don't ask questions

anonymous asked:

Your stories are hilarious omw. Do you have any other ones to share????????

The Time I Accidentally Set Myself on Fire

(it kind of speaks for itself, but just in case…. tw for fire)

  • So in my family I’m the one who cooks
  • (Partly because I like it, partly because when I was 13 or so I said to my mum ‘I want to learn how to cook’ and she went ITS YOUR JOB NOW SUCKAAAA and ollied out of the kitchen)
  • And in our old house 
  • (‘The hell house’, we call it, not fondly)
  • that meant using the old school spark lit gas stoves.
  • Now I had been using those stoves for about seven years and had never had a problem
  • Until the day I did have a problem
  • (and in case you don’t know by now, when this stuff happens to me it freaking HAPPENS. ‘how bad do you want it to be?’ the personification of misfortune asks. ‘just fuck me up’, i reply)
  • So it’s 2012, June - which is the coldest time of year for us
  • My brother is outside playing with sticks
  • (He’s 14. He has no excuse. Sometimes he uses sticks from the enormous, carefully cultivated twig collection he kept in the backyard, and sometimes he uses foosball sticks from a set my mother bought and promised to put together but never did, and have long since rusted from my brother using them as makeshift lightsabres and then leaving them outside come rain or shine.)
  • so I go into the kitchen and start to make dinner
  • (Pork and sage ragu)
  • (I’ll never forget)
  • (It was a memorable night)
  • I get out the ingredients and the pots and frying pan
  • I’m wearing at home clothes, which includes a multicolored, fraying cotton top with sequins all over 
  • (It was actually a really nice top. The only reason it got segregated into staying at home clothes was because of a huge tear on the right side)
  • So I go to turn the gas stove on 
  • (As I have done a thousand times before)
  • And to this day I couldn’t tell you if the flames were just really high, or I was standing too close, or if it was the wind factor
  • But for whatever reason, the flame lifts and catches onto the tear in my shirt
  • Out of the corner of my eye, I see the flame is incredibly bright
  • And then I look down and think,
  • Oh.
  • I’m on fire.
  • I try to pat it out
  • Doesn’t work
  • Its been about two seconds of flame on
  • The flames have caught to the rest of my top
  • I fucking 
  • I have never in my life, before or since, screamed like that
  • So I’m not thinking much besides FUCK FUCK FUCK STOP DROP ROLL FUCK
  • but for some reason, my ON FIRE fight or flight mentality has time to register
  • i BOLT outside
  • the door is, by some goddamn miracle, open
  • I look like Denethor in return of the king
  • I’m diving for the grass when my brother, terrified, throws a bucket of water at me
  • (THE BUCKET. So we had this pipe on the outside of our house that was corroding and leaking water, and the noise was bothering my mum in a telltale heart kind of way, so she put a bucket out there to catch the water)
  • (Note: it is actually probably a really good idea for you to have a random bucket full of water sitting in your backyard)
  • So I’m half lying, soaking wet, in the grass in my backyard
  • I’m crying
  • My brother’s crying
  • My throat hurts from all the screaming
  • My heart Is thundering like crazy
  • Pretty sure I’m in shock
  • I start laughing a little manically
  • (Kind of sound like the joker)
  • Definitely in shock
  • The neighbors are shouting over the fence asking if everything is alright
  • Their pet geese are sqwaking
  • My mother opens her bathroom window and pokes her head out
  • ‘What is it?!? Is it a snake?!?!’
  • 'A sNAKE?’ I say, still laughing a little, because really now. We live in Australia, yes, but it’s the goddamn suburbs, everyone knows snakes stick to empty lots and fields
  • So the shock is wearing off and I’m still soaking wet, and my mother is outside now telling the neighbors we’re okay, even though my brother is still crying and I’m deep fried extra crispy
  • She’s telling me to get off the grass
  • I don’t want to get off the grass
  • She wants to have a look
  • I don’t want her to have a look
  • 'you have to get up now okay’
  • I get up 
  • It’s dark out so we go inside and as soon as my mum sees my side she says ‘wee have to go to the hospital’
  • there are a lot of things I’ll do
  • But I fucking hate
  • The 
  • God
  • Damn
  • Hospital

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