I heard my baby wailing and asked one of the officers to let me hold him. He screamed at me to sit down and shut up and blocked my view, so I couldn’t see my son. I could see a singed crib. And I could see a pool of blood. The officers yelled at me to calm down and told me my son was fine, that he’d just lost a tooth. It was only hours later when they finally let us drive to the hospital that we found out Bou Bou was in the intensive burn unit and that he’d been placed into a medically induced coma.
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
“You fight like a girl.”
Reblogging because I’m sure the comic readers out there could add some more.
i can’t hear you
over the sound
of me crushing my enemies
so here you go
this is the best post on tumblr, hands down
If you didn’t see Louie last night, watch this scene. (Or Vulture has the full text of the scene. And an interview with the actress. And a thoughtful response from Danielle Henderson, who is excellent and who’s recapping this season for them.)
And that last shot where the camera stays there and you see them from a distance…just wow - Louie man, this is a SCENE.Vanessa: If I was a very, really beautiful, then you would have said yes when I asked you out. I mean, come on, Louie, be honest here. You know what’s funny? I flirt with guys all the time. And I mean the great looking ones, the really high-caliber studs? They flirt right back, no problem. Because they know their status will never be questioned. But guys like you never flirt with me, because you get scared that maybe you should be with a girl like me.
And why not? You know, if you were standing over there looking at us, you know what you’d see? That we totally match. We’re actually a great couple together. And yet, you would never date a girl like me.
Sucked the soul right out of me. Smacked it a bit. Put it back in my body.
if teen/early 20s me had this scene around, i would’ve been so much more comfortable in my skin, man.
And here is the first compilation of my ‘Yzma is Best Princess’ series. I meant to do it when I completed 10, but people wanted a compilation, apparently. So here is the first 8. It’s been a wild ride so far and I’ve still got several more to go >.>
Watercolors, ink and digital outline.