May 22, 2012
May 9, 2012
May 8, 2012
I’m already sold but I added a few of my own.
102. More time to eat cheesecake.
103. You can see the Avengers for the fourteenth time.
104. You’re not having sex with Kate Upton so why bother with it at all?
105. No awkwardness between you and your pets because they watch you have sex.
(Source: lostinkalifornia)
2 weeks ago • 1,953 notes
May 6, 2012
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April 3, 2012
Not since Reno died
Have I had a more vivid and bone chilling nightmare.
My younger cousins Zoë and Tj are at my house on a foggy morning, playing in the living room on their phones and laughing. We walk out to the carport and wave my ma off as she leaves to go to work.
From next door, my cousin starts his truck, and guns it. In the perfect morning silence, he launches down his driveway, across the street, and the tires chew a path to the house that faces mine.
He hits it going about 50 mph, shattering brick columns and making the wood splinter and explode around the truck. I grab the kids and pull them into the house.
None of us are screaming, or crying, or saying anything. The matter-of-fact manner in which its all happened has floored us.
The driver, another relative of mine, gets out of the truck, calm and collected. Residents of the house have spilled out like ants on a broken mound, screaming and questioning the driver.
Having planned for this, the driver pulls a hedge trimmer from the trunk. And starts it. And plunges it deep into the throat of one of the men yelling at him.
The sight of blood loosens my arms and I start frantically trying to dial 911. The children start screaming around me and I shush them, pulling them away from the windows.
I look up and the driver, having silenced one man, has been overpowered and I watch the hedge trimmers get planted in his chest and yanked out. They toss the bloodied weapon to the ground, and the blades clatter on the asphalt.
My phone won’t dial out.
I look up again, and that previous quiet has started to come back. The blades on the trimmer keep going, and the residents of the house are all trying to decide what to, when on of them looks across the street.
At me. In a house with two children, six total eyes that saw everything unravel and three mouths that can repeat what they’ve seen.
He takes a step towards my house. With his family behind him.
And with the hedge trimmers clattering in the silence, I finally wake up.
1 month ago • 1 note
March 31, 2012
Tomorrow is April Fool’s Day.
BELIEVE. NOTHING.
TRUST. NO ONE.
(Source: squidkitten, via kristylust)
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