"I Wanted To Do It. It Felt Good. But At Least I Know I Can Stop, I Just- Don't Know How. I... I Don't

Jon I love you

John used all his simussy in that line

love that consumes you in all ways

Watching Barbie watch as Ken takes over barbieland, takes her dream house and turn it into his own property, ruins her things whilst she cries in despair and suddenly I’m six years old again pleading my brother to be gentle with my toys as he throws them on the floor and against the walls. The hundreds of dollars in dolls that my parents spent for birthdays and christmas, told me to be careful with and showed me how to play nice destructed and destroyed as my brother grabs at anything and everything, tosses them around, stretches their plastic joints and pulls at their heads while I scream for him to stop seemingly wasted in seconds. He throws one down for another and I’m too small to grab them off of him. Easily toppled over as he pushes me aside and I’m wondering what I ever did to him to deserve it.

On top of it all, he’s still surprised when his torment breaks one of them, the legs snap out and he pauses as though he’s remorseful. I cry at the loss of my doll and despite how it was him who broke it. Him who threw it around. Him who pulled until the elastic snapped..

I am still told I should’ve been more careful with my toys.

Tumblr Tuesday: The Mouse Is Free!

With his gloveless hands and that delightful hat, the earliest iteration of Mickey Mouse, Steamboat Willie, is now free to sail the seas of your creative endeavors. Unless you're in Spain or Germany. Sorry, Spain and Germany! Please enjoy these Mickey Mouse…s (Mickey Mice?) as your local Artists on Tumblr celebrate this momentous occasion.

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Inspired by @two-bees-poetry

There's something in there, probably

'Morning Sea at Shiribeshi'. Hasui Kawase.

Franz Kafka, letter to his father

[ID: for me you were the measure of all things. End ID]

Something more personal- drawing him takes some of the weight off