“Men like to be on dates with me. They’re grateful, mostly.”
My father has never given me anything.
Miss Donnelly, please don’t. Miss Donnelly, please don’t call my foster mother. I’ll tell you everything I know about this.
I know some other stuff, like who been thieving from the teachers’ lounge, or tagging gym lockers, or even… Miss Donnelly, please. Listen, I know— remember the boy who cut Mr. Philmont’s tires? I know who did that.
but for real my general reaction to father’s day is pretty much a neutral “oh good another holiday I will never have to worry about celebrating”
You're not watching Orphan Black?
Let’s change that!
You don’t know what it’s about?
It’ll be an even better surprise!
Vladimir Nabokov, The Eye
my parents definitely did not raise me to be a queer feminist filled with the wrath of a thousand enraged dragons and yet here i am
yesterday I was on an elevated platform waiting for one of the metro trains to take me downtown, but from where I was standing I could see down to where the perpendicular below-ground tracks cut into the landscape below a panorama of forested area
it was sunny and a little breezy and everything was bright green and I could hear the rumble of the freight train that was moving on the tracks behind me and I dunno it was a really nice sensory experience