One of my first graders has a new hobby of walking around the room and writing down words. He slipped this to me, upside down, with a sly smile and walked away slowly as though it was going to be a love note.
When I’m on the freeway and I glance behind me to see flashing red and blue lights, interrupting everybody’s morning groove, they look so out of place, more like flailing than flashing. They look like the loud fool at the party, while everyone else is just having a mellow time; green-faced with a long pink tongue, slapping cheek to cheek, lanky upper arms, knocking into each ear as they volley back and forth over his head, yipping loudly and demanding everybody’s groaning attention. Oh god, this guy. We’ve seen this guy a few times before, he’s always alone, and every time, it’s been terribly unpleasant for everyone. C’mon dude, let us help you get home. Everything was fine before you got here.
So listen, Don’t wait
This holds nerve-tingling significance for me for 4 reasons that are all jetting into this current moment from the tips of a square but I’m not going to elaborate because this is tumblr and I am a teenager20 plays
When you’re lying to yourself, you can go long periods of time without focusing on what you’re doing, as long as you’re not by yourself. When you’re by yourself, the reminders try to bob up from being held under, like that occasional off-tasting bite of seasoned chicken that reminds you you’re eating a carcass.
That’s What Dads Are For by Steven Wonder
My news source is having a little too much “fun” over at the ol’ office