the other day at work there was a rush that lasted literally LITERALLY three hours straight and i was a mess and the bar was a mess and i was working it alone and i was talking to myself to get through it, always forgetting i had an audience of people waiting for their drinks and watching my every move WHICH IS SO WEIRD why do you people do that by the way, and we ran out of whipped cream in the middle of a blended drink and i just stared at the drink and then stared at the seven identical orders behind it and just felt like a computer shutting down so i call out the woman’s name and she’s right there and before i can apologize to her she’s like “oh no it’s okay, i don’t need whipped cream after all, it looks great!” and then i hand it to her and she’s like “thanks so much! good luck!” and then her smiled hugged me and i almost cried because she was so thoughtful and not watching me like an angry zombie but more like a concerned human AND I ALMOST CRIED JUST NOW THINKING ABOUT IT
Press TV’s Gaza correspondent breaks down while covering Israeli killing of Palestinian children
Gaza is receiving no international aide as they are being slaughtered by Israel. Egypt has closed off it’s borders, won’t even extract medically injured persons or deliver medical supplies. Only let in Gazans with foreign passports. Civilians, kids, women, doctors, paramedics, are being murdered. my heart is so heavy and even though I am far from well off just living on American soil makes me feel so guilty rn. what a horrendous account of human rights violations occurring, and just look at those in power silently watching.
i keep seeing people wearing “stand with israel” stickers
and i see things like this and it’s like, man. israel doesn’t need you to stand with it
funny story: this scene was actually improvised. the script originally called for pikachu to roll over onto his side and deliver a line that went “good battling today ash. can we get ihop in the morning?” but during filming, pikachu started thinking about how his real life trainer never hugged him and also will smith’s dad, so he delivered this amazing performance all off the top of his head. the animator was like whoa wtf. what a brilliant moment.
i think one of my roommates thinks that a mouse is in the apartment as a result of my kind of messiness and etc but i swear it moved into this place even before i did. like his name is sisyphus and he has been a recurring character in my poetry this entire summer. can i use the first poem i wrote in this apartment as evidence ??? ? will that hold up in court
sometimes i write poems that i’m like “wow okay good i needed to write you and i’m glad we can both we our separate entities now”
and sometimes i write poems that i’m like “what the fuck u doing please decide”
and sometimes i write poems the same way you pull an organ out through your bellybutton and hold it in front of your face and stare at it pulsing and glowing like an angry blister of DNA that was left marinating under your chest the second your parents named you what they did