Step 1: You walk past me for the first time. I look at you curiously.
Step 2: You walk past me. You stop. We talk.
Step 3: You walk towards me. We talk. We smile.
Step 4: You walk towards me. We talk. We frown.
Step 5: You walk past me. I pretend to not notice you.
Step 6: I wait for you. You never come.
Step 7: I don’t wait for you anymore.
Step 8: Repeat steps 1-7.
…but I just got pwned. By parents. Woot.
“a look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start.”
From: Yaghan language of Tierra del Fuego
“The tears have yet to flow, the chest pain has yet to develop. But the sinking feeling, the lack of appetite, the roiling and constricting stomach and sensation of falling, falling…those has begun their siege.
Tonight, it is me versus the star…”
And the wolves mourn their lost comrade
The carnivore amongst carnivores
Tears spilling from eyes, insomnia driven
And dripping down, falling, falling
Until they reach the oblivion of the darkness…
…but life redeems itself.
The miasma must be stopped
before it consumes the heart.
So one of our family friends ruptured his Achilles’ tendon.
After offering condolences, my dad added
“I guess you forgot to dip the heel in Ambrosia :)”
WHHHHHHAAT WHEN DID MY DAD LEARN GREEK MYTHOLOGY?!?