there's a painful difference in hot and cold. when i thought of the heat, i thought of bleached hair. i thought of bloody knees, and i thought about ketchup stains on white t-shirts. i thought of skipping gym class, and math class, and i thought about broken shards of glass poking into your fingers everytime you type onto a broken phone. i think about green eyes, the tan skin of a boy with sun sp... » Continue Reading
i enjoyed tucking them in. i enjoyed making sure they got the comfy pillow. i enjoyed turning off the lights. i enjoyed setting their alarms after realizing they were too asleep to do it themselves. i enjoyed that. » Continue Reading
a catapult exists with one of the silliest names. "constianapull!" i used to say everyday as a child. things like those, we don't quite fully get it, we don't fully understand it, we haven't yet learned. in the unknown, as children, we react with a laugh. at these silly names. how hard it was to pronounce my neighbors name, spagetti, or to this day, filet mignon. in the unknown, as we get older,... » Continue Reading
the visit (2015). some insight to my trauma with this movie, i was 9 when my dad rented this from redbox and played it for us at 10PM in the living room. some more insight, i lived, slept, and was raised by my great grandmother. so the ultimate outcome of this movie was not the best for me. looking back now that i'm older, the twist was extremely predictable and it doesn't have the best scares any... » Continue Reading
my father started dating a woman. an older woman, 8 or so years older than him. damn does she look younger than him, though. at first i kind of hated it. i lived with him for around 8-9 years since he gained legal custody of me, and it was always just me and him. my father didn't date, not from what i could remember anyway. the one girlfriend i remember him having, he was insanely more rude and me... » Continue Reading
screaming "gonks!" when i'm in a store and see obvious eyes hidden by hat statues labeled "gnomes" listing out every possible insult i can think of to, "what did i do?" in response to "die." dramatically dancing out exactly what the lyrics are saying to a song playing out loud, as if i'm a mime staring at strangers passing by, too involved with each other to realize i'm secretly planning out seven... » Continue Reading