Musings

Hypothetical question

I posed a question to my roommates. I asked what man they would do and then it sort of morphed into a who would you marry (because personality matters I guess). Here are the results

1. Kristine: Hugh Jackman (This means she likes hairy men who sing in musical productions and may or may not have 3 foot blades protruding from his knuckles)

2. Trynity: Justin Timberlake (She likes his white boy fro)

3. Jaclyn: Luke Wilson (I don’t think she’s all that convinced that this is the hot man she would forsake all other hot men for)

4. Me: Edward Norton (so much, like I forget sometimes how attractive I find him and then I remember and it’s like finding money in my pocket, for realz).   

I have no reason to write any of this except for the fact that I think it needs to be reported. 

frida kahlo to marty mcconnell

gatekeeper:

unicornology:

leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses,
you make him call before
he visits, you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.

~ marty mcconnell