i have a student named hermione it has begun
this morning she apologised “on behalf of the class” for wasting “your time, and our time, too”. she is ten.
they say that all air is recycled air;
that the oxygen I’m breathing right now could have been
the final breath that stuck in Kennedy’s throat,
or Marie Antoinette’s last sigh.
it’s comforting to know
that I am never really alone;
I’ll always have history rushing to my cells.
But it’s the middle of the night when I’m loneliest.
so I take a deep breath,
and wonder if the air in my lungs
still holds traces of you
(cause I’ll hold my breath forever to keep you with me)
"you look like your parents"
yeah i have this theory called genetics
i remember when they thought that a tsunami was going to crash into the east coast of australia
and it’s 8 in the morning, my neighbour comes out shirtless, in boardies with a beer and his thongs and he goes
“mate the last thing I need is a tsunami, I just repaved my driveway”
I don’t like sports, but the Bearcats are my new favorite team.
I love how it gets more elaborate each time. These boys are thinking this through.
This is my favorite post of all time