“Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be.”—Eric Thomas (via moaka)
kangas, no gym, greys, venting, walks, prospector, laughs and laughs and laughs, Jesus pops, casinocasinocasino, cause I know, slots and judge Judy and roulette, tiny sorting hat, tear away plaid, gentle moaning~~~, group cuddles, not taking chances, good sleep, terrible ten am service, 20 questions, murrrrrrica, not taking chances, positive reaction, hot hot shower, greys
My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:
what are you afraid of?
do you like dogs?
what do you do when it rains?
of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”
I met you on a Sunday, right
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.
on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
“I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”
he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
“how about you?”
I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
“I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’”—Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.” (via allhopedies)
the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again
The evening of one-act plays put on by students, staff and faculty at Con College was…..fascinating. The nine pieces ranged from the hoary 1950’s old-age “mystery” The Patchwork Quilt to a couple of very recent works: Nick Zagone’s I Can’t Think of it Right Now and Walter Wykes Family 2.0 - both of which were given stellar productions by their actors and casts. But my take-away enjoyment were two - also very old - plays which stood the test of time very well: Tad Mosel’s 1960 “psychological” comedy Impromptu and John Lazarus’s often-produced-by-college-and-university-students’ Babel Rap. Again, both of these works were mounted with focus and fun. Not every bit worked, cues were sometimes sluggish, there was an over-attention to costumes, but collectively, the programme was mounted with enthusiasm and panache. Congratulations to everyone who worked on this. It was an interesting prologue to the upcoming 10by10Showcase, which will feature ten plays, each ten minutes long by ten local writers, being staged on April 26.