They’re both such tools its sickening
The people’s faces around her lollllllllll, especially this guy on the left’s eyebrows
loooooool holy hell. yeah even that woman in the back going ‘oh my gawd’
I hope they had to clean all that up by wriggling across the supermarket floor like human rags
You know the one.
It’s made of wool.
It has satiny trim that tries to deceive you into thinking this will be a nice blanket experience.
But it’s not.
Every house has one.
It’s buried deep in the bowels of the linen closet, under some afghans and a comforter with the down coming out of it, but make no mistake.
The scratchy blanket is there.
And it waits.
I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.
Make love to me
that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.
I could make this. I could do it.
you haven’t even made my dress yet.
It’s been like two years.
Robert Kennedy, whose summer home is eight miles away from the home I live in all year round, was shot two nights ago. He died last night. So it goes. Martin Luther King was shot a month ago. He died, too. So it goes. And everyday my government gives me a count of corpses created by the military service in Vietnam. So it goes. My father died many years ago now - of natural causes. So it goes. He was a sweet man. He was a gun nut, too. He left me his guns. They rust.
Kurt Vonnegut, “Slaughterhouse-Five” (1969)
I wonder how Bumi feels about being the first Air Nomad non-bender to ever be born.
I wonder what made all of Aang and Katara’s kids automatically Air Nomad. I mean I get the overarching reason that the Air Nomads need to be repopulated, but like…is there some sort of gene dominance, or did they get a choice