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New Intro!
Hey y'all! You can call me Frances (not my real name, but I'm going by it online for comfort). She/it/he/anything tbh.
I abandoned this tumblr for another a while ago, but I'm returning with the intent of posting some writing--poetry and maybe some short stories. I'll probably be pretty inactive, but I will appreciate any engagement with all my heart. I love sharing my work and I love you guys. Thanks for stopping by <3
Permanent Holiday
So I sat with my boss, in the passenger seat of his car, and listened to him talk about his mother. She wasn't long for this world. "She's becoming... difficult to be around."
I nodded for a second, forgetting I was in a conversation. I was listening to music in one ear. You know, how it kind of feels like half your brain is full of pool water. Difficult to be around... how?
"Like... it's difficult to watch? Or like she's becoming abrasive?"
"She's becoming abrasive."
"Oh."
Outside, the sun had already gone down. We were driving through a wealthy neighborhood.
"She's just insistent that things are done her way. And she gets mean if not."
The houses were glowing with soffit-mounted holiday lights that cost more than my monthly salary. The lights conformed perfectly to the corners of each roof, so it was a very geometric kind of winter wonderland. It sort of felt like we were driving through a giant laser tag room.
"So what are you going to do?"
"Her husband is looking at a place. It seems nice, but she has to pass the screening. They won't let you in if you're showing symptoms."
"Why not? Isn't that the whole point?"
"No, you see, there's a special section of the facility specifically for dementia patients. The care is really good there. But it's so good that they can't let anybody in. Because then they'd get nothing but dementia patients, right?"
I didn't say anything. For a brief time, there was only music, music only I could hear.
Quand il me prend dans ses bras Qu'il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose
"You know, the offer's still on the table, if you want to buy that truck from me."
"If I had two thousand dollars, I would," I snapped.
He seemed to flinch at my words. "... I mean, if you ever want to come over and mow our lawn again, I'd be happy to--"
"I'm not a fucking kid."
"What?"
"I'm twenty one years old. What's next, you want me to babysit for you too?"
He fell silent. His eyes remained on the road, shifting in the colorful lights.
He didn't explode, or hiss, or even tremble. In his silence, a pit started to form in my stomach. I closed my eyes and tried to turn off half of my brain, so that all I could hear was music.
C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie
Green and red. The lights blinked. The snow blushed.
I thought of his mom--lying flat on the ground. I don't know why I imagined her that way, lying flat. I thought of you, locked up all the way out in Colorado. Lying flat the same way.
What if I became abrasive? What if I forgot to care about you, and there was no way for me to ever love you again, not even enough to say goodbye?
April 3 1974 Xenia, OH
Green skies. Dark spring. Each street was a dead end. Which door was mine, I could not tell. I found myself backed down again, tasting the first few sweaty drops of rain. I turned back down the hill like a blind horse with feet like pistons. Each boot crushed the pavement and the pavement crushed wet petals, the wind picked up and I found myself smelling the ugly spring smell of a Bradford Pear. My clothes were heavy and my hair like ropes and I was beginning to struggle to breathe. The whole town was wailing. I shut my eyes and prayed that I could be standing by my father’s side at the piano: singing. Then my ankle snapped down the curb like a final stair in the dark and my eyelashes flew open shaking off raindrops like terrified dogs and I began to run. Each pothole I passed was like his mouth and every puddle volcanic spittle and the gutters drank and drank their fill and still I ran and which door was mine I could not tell but soon I was swimming down main street and I saw a piano floating past and a poor man chained to the back and give me your hands I said give me your hands you’re not alone give me your hands and don’t reach out for me he said, can’t you see I’m drowning too.
Finally ate the rest of the soup.
I waited so long, even though it had cream in it. This is the tender weakness of my heart.
I eat your cooking and it seems to be leaking. Leaking blood into my throat and stomach. It’s a pleasant feeling, warm like tea. There were leeks and onions and potatoes.
As time wore on, potatoes softened, softened like earth in the spring. My heart when I think of you is yellow. All liquid flows to the center, soaking in salt.
Blood and lime and coriander, corridors of thyme. These are old words that still seep into my head around you. Warm oil and bread, warm blood and lime. Rosemary.
The soup is gone, and the last pieces of you from my fridge. Spring is born in winter, it has to be. That is you, drunk yellow flowers.
Hello all. (I predict ≤4 people will see this.)
I haven't been using this account for a long time because I made a new one. I don't particularly want to identify it. The main reason I made it was to feel more comfortable posting, knowing that the people I know in real life wouldn't see. (No offense to you, you're all lovely, it's just a little more freeing over there.)
However, I'm debating how much I care at this point.
And I would still like to use this blog. So I might use this exclusively as a place to post writing! Obviously not all writing--as I understand it, anything published here can't be published elsewhere, since tumblr has the rights to distribute it--but some. Whatever I don't feel too bad about keeping out of publication. I imagine it won't be very popular, but hey, why not.
But no promises ;)
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Finished line up! Yay!
This video has haunted me for months
HOLY SHIT
He doesn’t even have his passport…
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the opposite of that "ogre can't read ulysses" is an elf who smugly delivers a lecture misinterpreting the Very Hungry Caterpillar
Odevra... I think @purpleterrier @disconnected-dragon
You come to my post and try to out-perform me.
all these excellent books come from some random penguins house?
If you think about it…. the acronym KYS isn’t saying “kill yourself,” it’s saying Kill Your Self. Three words. As in, kill the concept of the “Self” - your consciousness’s perception that it is an individual, that it has one meaningful isolated identity that is “you,” that it is not but a droplet in the grand ocean of interconnected souls of all living beings in this universe. I think this is beautiful. Embrace ego death and become one with everything. Everyone should KYS
Who is that white man
currently doing fuck all
electric image. powerful
"You have to eat some food from this world, or else you'll disappear."
Spirited Away (2001)
what if you were in love and the world seemed to be glowing. what then
Target is facing a 40-day consumer boycott starting Wednesday over the company’s shift away from diversity, equity and inclusion (DEI) polic
I wasn't aware of this one, so I'm trying to spread the word.
Black faith leaders have called for a 40-day "fast" from Target for Lent in response to their compliance with Trump's resegregation agenda.
Now this is an effective boycott. It is targeting (ha) a specific company with a clearly stated goal. The amount of time is long enough to be noticed, and could be extended if needed. Anything that can be purchased at Target can also be obtained elsewhere, so it is actually possible to boycott this specific company for a very long time. Target is caving to fascism and rolling back their diversity and inclusion policies. The goal is for them to reverse that decision. This is an achievable goal.
Boycotting everything all at once, for one day or for as long as you can, because everything is terrible and we’re mad about it…does nothing. It’s vague, disorganized, and frankly impossible. We have to buy things sometimes. You can’t just target the economy as a whole. You have to be specific.
If you want to start a boycott, use this one as an example. Choose one target. Provide one (simple, clear, easy to explain) reason why that company deserves to be boycotted. Explain what you want them to do differently. Make sure that it is something that can actually be done. Then tell people about it.
It’s time.
