You go to see the new Avengers movie in theaters. You thought you remembered seeing Hawkeye in promotional pictures, but he wasn’t on the posters. You think it’s an oversight, but when you watch the movie he doesn’t show up either. You feel cheated, and go back to watch the old movies that he was in, only to find that somehow he’s not in them either. Your head hurts, you try to find your collection of hawkeye comics, only to find that they’re gone. You look up hawkeye on the internet and there are no search results. You’re starting to wonder if he ever existed in the first place, or if you just imagined him. You no longer even remember who you were just thinking about. Was it Captain America? He’s been pretty popular lately, it must have been him after all.
ghostbusters are always like who are you gunna call? ghostbusters! but it’s hard enough to call the doctor’s office i’m not gunna call the ghostbusters i’d just live with a ghost in my house forever
you dust the lid of a box and open it for the first time in years. when you gaze upon the objects inside, a soft golden glow reflects upon your face.
Everything in the box is absolutely vital to your existence. You do not know how you went on without them nor how you could part with them now. You smile gently, your eyes smoldering. No; you could not throw away a single thing in this box. You close the box again with a sense of satisfaction and return it to its place. The smolder in your eyes dies away.
according to your mobile phone, 3 days have passed.you have no idea what is in the box you just put back.
there is a book on every hard surface in your home. Each book is different. Each book has a bookmark at page 271. when you look directly at the book on your coffee table, it disappears.
you start to organize your desk. you start to organize your nightstand. you start to organize your dresser. you start to organize your kitchen cabinets. you start to organize your bathroom sink. you start to organize.
you are playing a cell phone game on your couch. nothing is organized.
your room is finally clean – all surfaces are dusted, all clutter is gone, all clothes out of sight, all books off the tables. Everything is gone. (You think you can hear the faint sound of chewing from the dresser drawers.)
you have 27 socks spread out on your clean floor. none of them match.
i edited it and now it’s somehow creepier
Also, you say spring cleaning when this is just me trying every day to do something. Is every day spring? Am I cleaning? Everything is important, especially that random box stuff and all those halfread books. Oooh, Candy Crush.
ok this post canceled due to recent events…I was talkin about some 26 year old pop star calling things “gay” in 2007 not a 50 year old hollywood producer who’s been actively pursuing 14 year old girls since 1976
a very important distinction. it’s one thing to fuck up, as all of us are apt to do, and it’s another thing entirely to be an abusive piece of shit with a history of sexual harassment.
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knitting in the dark 