liz takes photos and also makes weird photocollages and the responses she always gets from jules and simon respectively are “ah! it’s a masterpiece i must have it framed” and “i don’t know about art. is it good”
simon’s other opinions: “i like when there’s a face in the photo… why is it upside down?” and “you ought to take pictures of my cats”
THIS JUST IN, anoteinpink HAS SENT FEEDBACK
THEY TURNED ON THE HEATERS TODAY
sometimes, you sit on the back porch
between your lover and his best friend.
turned up with the cigarette smoke, you breathe
through your nose to spare your sore throat.
and sometimes, when you are open to the words
between the words, you hear the comforting
sound of the endless rhythm. this is how it is.
this is how it always was. this is how you are.
this is how he is. this is how you & he are,
and will be, and is. in your mind’s eye, you see
how you will or you won’t have children;
how you will or you won’t need to cry;
how you will or you won’t leave a mark;
how you will or you won’t shoulder it well;
how you will or you won’t collapse sometimes;
how you will or you won’t be remembered, but
how you will
always
be part of what is.
Jake is napping on the couch. my heart overfloweth :“’)
I have like three quizzes/posts to catch up on, brb writing
kat leaned over to kiss me, took off my glasses and mimed slurping up my eyeballs. i screamed “AAAAAAAAAAA” and “oh no i am blind” whereupon she leaned over and pretended to spit them back out into my face
seduction part two: i march into the bathroom and plunge my hands into the tub, pinching and chanting HERE COMES A CRAB. HERE COMES A CRAB. HERE COMES A CRAB