Stay the Course.
Thornton: *greets daughter’s date at the door with his boxing gloves hung over his shoulder* “I think you have the wrong house. Walk away, now. Just walk away.”
Chara: “You will put on goalie gear, if you take five of my slapshots, you may go on a date.”
Seidenberg: “If you can beat me at any workout, weights, mile run, shuttle run, you can take her out.”
Boychuk: “Do you like tacos?” *sneakily follows them on their date while nibbling on a taco*
Soderberg: “I am Carl. I may have one eye, but it will always be on you.”
Kelly: *opens door* “I don’t fucking like you.”
Lucic: *stares at him for 5 minutes, if he doesn’t run away or start crying, he’ll allow her to go on a date*
Ignila: *opens door, sees him, laughs, and slams the door*
Tuukka: “Do you like Metallica?” *if yes, points to Thorty standing in the corner* “He will accompany you on the date. Have fun!”
I scrounge for change. I bring my own travel mug
to school because it’s cheaper that way. I start books
but do not finish them. I think about love obsessively.
Everything I do reminds me of my grandfather.
My grandmother visits and talks to me about God,
wants me to believe, but I do not have that kind of faith.
I only believe in the easy things, like red lipstick
and coffee before noon and writing essays in pen.
I make my mind up about boys and then I unmake it,
compare us to continental drift, two ships passing.
I hit the snooze button too often. Write disposable
poems on napkins and old homework, try to discipline
myself when it comes to removing my makeup
before bed. I am trying to understand men better,
cut them some slack, write about them less. I dream
about oceans and mountains and wolves. I do not
always love myself. I do not always forgive myself.
I write apology letters and do not send them. Usually,
I do not mean it when I tell someone “goodbye.”"
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what the fuck
The Human Brain
The first time I held a human brain in Anatomy Lab I was completely speechless. I looked at my classmates expecting a similar reaction and they looked back at me confused like…”dude let’s start identifying the structures.” I had to take a step back and let it process…in my hands was someone’s entire life. From start to finish, every memory, every emotion, every bodily control…was right there in my hands.
That’s everything we are.
My brain cannot even comprehend itself.
This is so fucking weird to think about.
"In my hands was someone’s entire life."
That line is so beautiful.
As I sashay through the valley of the shadow of death
Today was one of those days where I think about tiny razor blades and public transportation and a million little white capsules. But mostly just about a bottle of good white wine and maybe how my body might be too small for my being.
So I stood under the shower until I knew it was.