Disneyland, you looked incredible! Now it’s your turn, Walt Disney World! Dapper Day is coming to the Magic Kingdom, Sunday, March 9th!
maybe i wear lipstick so that
you will see my pretty pink mouth
wrapping around a coffee cup lid
and be distracted enough not to notice
that i am intelligent and powerful;
maybe i draw my brows into high arches
so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism
and overlook my spiteful glare
as a trick of my silly, girlish routine.
maybe i wear my heels so high and thin
so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips
as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor
and know that if you should try to overpower me
i walk on sharpened knives.
maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes
i am really baring my fangs
waiting patiently for the day
that i sink them into your neck.
i am not made of porcelain pleasantries;
you will find that these things are my armor
to keep you at a distance
so you do not step on me and shatter
my fragile control.
i am not a husk — i am not wilting.
i am turning my head
so that the fire blazing through my eyes
does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms
and burn your bones to dust.
i am not your pretty girl;
i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix —
a forest of werewolves and wendigos
that will carve out your chest
so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips
i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.
they saved her life
'you don't look gay'
will i look gay when i’m going down on ur girl
I just woke up from a rather long dream, beginning with giving strangers a ride to the cinema and ending with M and I in a prison. We were in two separate lines being separated into rooms, I felt the anxiety of wanting to be with her and trying to calculate how I could make that happen.
Ultimately we were assigned the same room and when I entered, there she was waiting. It looked more like a hotel room than a prison. When I entered there was the window to the left of the entrance door for the guards to watch and one bed on the horizontal plane. She was sitting in a chair on the left side of the bed. I plopped myself on the bed, so relieved to see her.
I think we made some small talk then I told her to come closer; she was sitting by the corner while I rest my head on the pillows at the top. She sat by me and as the guards passed, we held hands behind the mattress where they couldn’t see.
When the coast was clear, she came onto the bed and I rested my head in her lap and she played with my hair. You’re so beautiful.” she told me, “you’re so beautiful.” I replied. But I woke up a little because I had said it out loud, but I wanted to feel that way for a bit longer, so I fell back into the dream and we stayed in that moment for a little longer, playing with my hair and secret kisses.
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
Adam Sandler singing a line from “Grow Old With You” from the Wedding Singer to Drew Barrymore 16 years later (x)