houseofjules2 asked: Kelly's Restaurant Special of the Day: Bags of Dicks
Wood-fire grilled, served on a bed of Butter Crisp lettuce with Ox Heart tomato wedges, capers, a drizzle of fine olive oil and balsamic, smoked sea salt and cracked pepper $18 — add a slice of aged Frumunda cheese for $5
While walking the dog all over the east side of Kent this morning, this thought kept looping through my mind… that I just need to stop trying to be a bridge between people, to stop trying to make things peaceful for everyone around me. Stop trying to fix everything. Let shit be as broken as it is. Shit’s deeply broken. Deeply.
We have now reached the part of the day/week/month/year/life
where we lean back against all the bed pillows, which are legion, and realize we have quite literally not a single ounce of fuck to give towards anybody else’s ego bullshit any more. Not even our own, if we’re still speaking about ourselves as if we aren’t actually in the room, doing the typing.
where you realize that you can use all of the pillows on the bed without explaining yourself.
OK, I love you motherfuckers, and because I love you motherfuckers, I’m going to step away from the laptop, grab my Naomi Wolf book, Vagina, and fall asleep with a vagina on my face. Kinda sorta.
Fuck me, it’s only 8:30.
Sorry guys, I’m feeling angry and dramatic, and I’m just going to kind of slowly let it out over here in my little weird and wonderful corner of the internet. Unfollow at will…
how seeing the shape of your mouth
that first time, I kept staring
until my blood turned to rain.
Some things take root
in the brain and just don’t
let go. —
T.S Elliot, Slow Dance (via grammatolatry)
until you just have to let go… because you always have to let go…