Transcript: “This Is A Clothespin” by Lucas Scheelk
Transcript for “This Is A Clothespin”, as performed here, under the cut because of length:
Transcript for “This Is A Clothespin”, as performed here, under the cut because of length:
Gorillas are smart animals, you know? They can learn signs and how to communicate with humans. That’s a lot better than us humans. I swear the mother gorilla at the zoo recognized me. There’s a thick glass wall between us and the gorillas (which I’m sure they could still punch through if they’re…
better than the Autism Stepford Moms at least
One of the many signs mr-glik and I were right for each other:
He waited for me as I went to the ladies room in a building in which he worked. I took much longer than expected and his face was annoyed when I came out. I said, “I’m sorry. I got stuck trying to figure out if the floor tile had a repeating pattern.”
“Fair enough,” he said, nodding in understanding and not in the least annoyed with me anymore. “Fair enough.”
I don’t know how to feel okay right now.
Sometimes things happen that are so bad that they sort of recontextualize all the other bad things that happen into trivial inconveniences.
Today one of those very bad things happened. No words.
Why have I not seen this before?J
(Source: musoasis, via liminal-zone)
‘Preciate it.
I need tumblr savior just for Scandal now, I think. I’ve definitely broken up with the show.
It’s that monthly time when I go, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, PERIOD, & WHY DO YOU TORTURE ME BY TAKING AN EXTRA TWO DAYS EVEN AFTER I START HAVING CRAMPS?!?! & why do you make me so damn sad for 6 or 7 days? WHY CAN’T YOU JUST GET HERE AND GET IT OVER WITH SO I CAN GO BACK TO BEING A NORMAL HUMAN BEING?
I feel you. Right now it looks like my boobs are starin me in the face and on top of that my nipples are killing me……
the PMS struggle is real
When I was a teenager/early 20s I had horrible, horrible menstration. Like, full on crawling to the toilet and vomiting from the pain. Now it’s switched to horrible PMS, and honestly — I’d take the vomiting back over the chemical emotional response and physical fatigue of PMS. (in other words, my boobs offer their sympathies)
It’s that monthly time when I go, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, PERIOD, & WHY DO YOU TORTURE ME BY TAKING AN EXTRA TWO DAYS EVEN AFTER I START HAVING CRAMPS?!?! & why do you make me so damn sad for 6 or 7 days? WHY CAN’T YOU JUST GET HERE AND GET IT OVER WITH SO I CAN GO BACK TO BEING A NORMAL HUMAN BEING?