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on the rediculousness of celebrating the future
wedding season is upon us, in billowing swaths of taffeta and great glittering centerpieces that threaten to topple with the heights they achieve. in its wake, we will see bills a mile long, cake shunted into a freezer, only to be forgotten on some future anniversary, and friends taking bets on whether or not the happy couple will make it more than ( Read more... ) -
train insane, or remain the same.
if you ever tell me that a dancer isn't an athlete, I will punch you square in the motherfucking mouth ( Read more... ) -
mako, meet hammerhead.
the hesitation between typed messages spelled out Sam's sigh, and I could hear it as well as if he were sitting next to me ( Read more... ) -
hey there, stranger.
it's weird, smelling like someone I barely know. my shower this morning and multiple hand washings between patients hasn't removed the musk of her skin on mine, and the feeling for me is both alien and comforting. I'll shift, maybe roll my chair backwards to collect an instrument, or adjust my position as I approach the lower anteriors, and ( Read more... ) -
did promise I was working on it, not that it would be brilliant
Elections in Whoville were brutal affairs ( Read more... ) -
Otter villanelle
an enraged Pacific screams and roars ( Read more... ) -
The Doctor Diagnoses (Johnlock) - 1/4
BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ ( Read more... ) -
Burn your fun
Crab is cooked, and now I have to pick it. Problem - I've never picked crab before. I love the taste, but I've only ever eaten crab IN things, like crab cakes, California rolls (on the rare occasion it wasn't filled with Pollock), crab bisque, etc., etc. This is new for me, and I'm not used to being new to things ( Read more... ) -
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She curled her toes beneath the water, watching her skin turning lobster-red beneath the cloud of steam. It hurt at first, but then the boiling heat became familiar, and she relaxed into the bath, releasing the stresses of her day. -
express, repress, repeat.
it's a Monday night, and I find myself sitting at a table with two older women, listening to them chatter about men while I nurse my second glass of wine. On occasion, I pipe up with an opinion (truthfully, my function here is more comic relief than anything else ( Read more... )