what a great day to remember that lardo and shitty are dating and being adorable as all hell and shitty prob goes to the haus like every weekend to see lardo bc he loved her so much and shitty and farmer def bond bc they see each other in the bathroom at night/morning when they’re staying over at their SO’s house i love them so much
E: “- Mooooom!” C: “- In the kitchen!” E: “- Mom! Look!” C: “- What’s this!?” E: “- It’s Harry! Our dog!” C: “- Our dog? Bjorn? …You bought a DOG!?” B: “ - Well, the girls…” S: “- Not me!” ———— E: “- Look mommy, he likes you!” C: “ *sigh* “- You’re a chubby little dork, aren’t you?” ———— E: “- He’s so cute, mom. Can he stay with us, pleeaaase?” C: “- He can stay…*sigh* ———— C: “- Such a shitty move, Bjorn!” B: “- Is it so bad? I just wanted to make our daughter happy!” C: “- We just moved in, I’m pregnant and we are getting a divorce! It’s the worst timing ever! and you’ll be up there in your man cave while I’m taking care of everything!” B: “- I’ll help out!” C: “- Yeah, right!
1. THE ACTION/FACT OF DYING OR BEING KILLED -
the end of a life. nothing special. yet your blazing look is still
seared into the ventricles of my heart and into the
deepest corners of my mind?
you went out grasping at my fingers, kicking and screaming,
death the first, oh the way the terror ripped through
your lungs and spilled off your tongue nobody could have
guessed you a preacher’s son
2. A DAMAGING OR DESTRUCTIVE STATE OF AFFAIRS -
we walked a thin line, you and I, as smokescreen,
black on black on black, always together, always hurting.
grins with sharp, pointed teeth and happiness
scraping its way out of our mouths and trailing blood down
each other’s backs like we never learned how else to show affection,
death the fifth came without end and without pause.
it came over caps popping, clacking on hot pavement with your
wild laughter and an insatiable delight for the firefight like
fireworks you once said you never saw before,
by then we knew the role to play.
Gunshot! exit, stage left, like a rehearsal, ad infinitum,
never anything but a rehearsal for the missing final call.
rehearsal meant you were invincible. rehearsal meant
Gunshot! and being able to still say words like
“hope you have a good death,” like
“see you at dinner tomorrow night,” like
“come back to me,” like
“I love you,
3. THE DESTRUCTION OR PERMANENT END OF SOMETHING -
who were you by then? were you still mine? still you?
by death the hundredth we’d long since stopped counting.
your lungs were more parts sea salt crystals than oxygen
from all the drowning you had done and my eyes bloodshot from
staring down a scope, from watching your unyielding back
littered with bullets and blood and scratches that all still say
more than we will ever to each other
then you turned to me saying “look, I love you,
I love you, I love you goddamn it, but here, but listen,
we are destined for collapse, you and I, we’re destined for ruin
for without final act we lead up to nothing and nothing
like this rubble and smoke you still try to call a city”
and you walk away but you don’t because
it’s still you and I hurtling down the freeway tonight, isn’t it,
like death won’t catch us if we chase the sunset fast enough?
4. now, it’s still you and I. always and always.
I’m still a piece of shit, and we still love each other,
but it’s not like we need to talk about it
Tumblr is kind of nice in that it puts issues and life experiences of marginalized groups at the forefront, but it’s also kind of terrible in that it takes people who have an ill understanding of the actual mechanisms of privilege and prejudice and pit them in a contest of who has it “the worst,” not understanding that intersectionality doesn’t come with a life-satisfaction rating scale