de-preciated:

IMG_4106.jpg by Wim Hoek on Flickr.

I want to hug it and then swim underneath to check out its scary belly

Walking to the greenhouse with two purple petunia plants,
I’d cared for them with good intention.
Righteously, she ripped them from my hands.
“I’ll take care of these.” How was I to know?

The flowers bobbed curiously as she carried them to the cart.
The other annuals waited obliviously…

urge to destroy things

crazy emotions today

on the road

Today I was sitting at my desk at work and was setting an alarm on my phone for later to remind myself to set out my electric bill for my boyfriend because he needs a bunch of paperwork. I was in the middle of writing a story about jessica simpson’s swimsuit.

Then I saw this old alarm on my phone. 9:30pm Dad’s bday. I don’t remember why I had it on there. Maybe I had to wrap a present? Call him? I don’t remember, but what had served as a reminder last year did its job a second time. It reminded me that dad is gone.

So as I cried discreetly at my desk, I pondered all the ways I could get away from everything — the electric bills, the reminders, the meaningless celebrity gossip. I thought I could take my life on the trail, buy a covered hammock and just walk. And then I thought that I could take my dad’s van on the road. Drive it around the country. Live in it. Maybe I would be happier in there.

brutalgeneration:

canada #38 (by níls)

frostingpeetaswounds:

when you try not to have an attitude but you just to

unkemptly:

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