"have you considered that maybe i am not pleasant?
maybe i wear lipstick so that
you will see my pretty pink mouth
wrapping around a coffee cup lid
and be distracted enough not to notice
that i am intelligent and powerful;
maybe i draw my brows into high arches
so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism
and overlook my spiteful glare
as a trick of my silly, girlish routine.
maybe i wear my heels so high and thin
so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips
as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor
and know that if you should try to overpower me
i walk on sharpened knives.
maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes
i am really baring my fangs
waiting patiently for the day
that i sink them into your neck.
i am not made of porcelain pleasantries;
you will find that these things are my armor
to keep you at a distance
so you do not step on me and shatter
my fragile control.
i am not a husk — i am not wilting.
i am turning my head
so that the fire blazing through my eyes
does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms
and burn your bones to dust.
i am not your pretty girl;
i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix —
a forest of werewolves and wendigos
that will carve out your chest
so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips
i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths."
— R.K., I Am The Wolf Only Barely Contained (via damnitamber)
totaldrivel replied to your post “Dads”
Totally a dad thing. My husband can sleep through the baby apocalypse.
It’s BS, man. I can’t sleep through anything anymore.
Any parents out there have toddlers that chew or suck on their blankets?
D chews on his blankets or picks at the fuzz off of them and puts them in his mouth. All the research I’ve done points to Pica but isn’t he a little young for that?
My mom says it’s just a comfort thing since he doesn’t suck his thumb or use a bible anymore but I’m worried and Google makes me more worried :/
How can a dad fall asleep with a wild and awake toddler in the room?
I went to shower, came back to find BabyD playing in only a diaper and Hubz asleep on the couch. Is this a super power that only Dads have?
BabyD doesn’t get much agency over his life at this point. I mean, he’s 1 1/2 years old. He doesn’t get to have a sleeve of Girl Scout cookies for breakfast because obvs that is only reserved for crying adults.
He doesn’t get to choose much of our day or the fact that he has to nap or that he has to brush his teeth. But, I’m trying to give him more opportunities to make choices. One of his favorite ones is picking the bedtime story from his book collection. For the last week, we’ve been slumping through Brown Bear, Brown Bear every. single. friggin. night.
It’s been hard not to rush through while he points and makes the animal noises, but Hubz keeps (sarcastically) reminding me, “He needs to have control over something.”
I’m thinking that Brown Bear, Brown Bear is going to conveniently “fall” behind something tonight.
"Do dogs have fingerprints?"
If you ever want to see how terrible I dance, just start playing “White Girl Got Some Ass.” It’s like my body can’t help but dance.
I gnaw on her. I
won’t consume her but I
want to convert her
to our kind.
this is one of the
today in the snow
she was unhappy
sinking into it.
solid to her.
we play very rough.
in a lull she perches
on my chin and our
green eyes meet.
maybe we are the
— Poem by Philippe Shils in a chapbook, hey hey pretty baby, written about his relationship with his daughter with developmental delays. It’s beautiful and poignant.