I will have to take the day off today because:
☐ It’s December and the streets are papier-mached with wet bronze leaves and it’s so dark outside that the cars have their headlights on at 3pm
☐ I have recently been through a breakup, or I have been through a breakup at any time in my life really, and I woke up today with the absolute conviction that I will never be loved again
☐ A dog looked at me
☐ I got a text from someone for whom I feel a mix of concern and frustration and recognition and longing that is both more and less than romance
☐ Someone made a joke about dead pets meeting you in heaven
☐ Daylight savings time
☐ I passed a knot of flowers that were so bright they glowed through the dim grey water of the day and when was anything in my life last that luminous?
☐ Girls are too pretty
☐ For the first time I genuinely comprehend that there is not enough time to have all the lives I wanted
☐ I accidentally listened to Leonard Cohen
I am submitting the following documentation:
☐ A scrap of an old lover’s favorite flannel shirt
☐ Trembling cupped hands full of rainwater
☐ Light angling over the face of a brownstone at 4 on a winter afternoon
☐ A blunt-edged ticket stub from a movie of which I remember nothing except how soft her hands were
☐ A crumbling copy of my favorite novel from childhood
☐ The universe
☐ The peachy glow of a sodium lamp far ahead down an icy pitch-dark path
I think I just need to:
☐ Stare at a cup of tea held in nerveless fingers and slowly leaching heat
☐ Watch the sun glow ruby through the dogwood leaves until I regain some capacity to be comforted by beauty
☐ Read old emails from someone who loved me because he knew nothing
☐ Move to Omaha without telling anyone and find work as a sympathetic bartender named Roxy
☐ Learn to live alongside the fundamental meaningless of existence, not just mine but everyone’s
☐ Get a drastic haircut
☐ Listen to Tegan and Sara’s “Heartthrob” on repeat for 24 hours
☐ Scream into a pillow until my throat feels like it’s going to split
I will be back to work once:
☐ I can get out of this empty bathtub
☐ It is spring
☐ Someone gorgeous has brought me warm milk
☐ The consequences of being terribly drunk start to seem more grim than the consequences of not being terribly drunk
☐ I have watched every episode of Key & Peele" - Jess Zimmerman (via nogreatillusion)
Doctor Who episode as a pulp novel.
A sizzling blonde wants to help the Doctor investigate the strange disappearances in London but what if she’s after something else?
A tale of mystery and seduction…and ALIENS!
- Day 5: August 29th » favorite episode (The Rainy Day Women)
"There have to be better cars to steal," remarked a voice behind her from the backseat. "In general, that is."
She is a hardened criminal and long-time thief, she does not squeal like a girl when she sees his face in her rear view mirror.
"For instance," he goes on, seemingly unmoved by her mad driving and glass-shattering yelp, "a unmarked white van. Or perhaps a Honda. Slightly less noticeable than this one,” this one being a red sports car that she snatched in a hurry because she’d been running from Montparnasse and Javert all at once and didn’t have time to do anything else.
"Why are you sleeping in the backseat?" she finally splutters out and he shrugs.
"Parents kicked me out," he said simply. "I was going to sell it when I hit New York."
She blinks, narrowly racing a yellow light and her fingers clench on the wheel. “If you’re going to kill me,” he says tiredly, “please do it quickly so I can go back to sleep.”
"I’m not going to kill you," she snaps, more offended than anything else. "I’m a thief, not a murderer."
"Because semantics are important," he agrees gravely and settled back down in his cocoon of jackets. "Wake me when we cross the state line and I’ll buy you coffee."
Here’s the crazy part—he does. And he sits shotgun for the rest of the way, keeping her awake until they hit the city lights.