Polaroid Autofocus 660 Transparent Edition (1982)
i’m so sorry if someone made you think it’s hard to love you
i once told my therapist, “i feel like i’m too difficult to love.” i expected her to refute me, but instead she said, “be difficult for abusers to love,” and i’ll never forget that.
wow
if you don’t like your subs toasted you don’t love yourself
never heard that term before wym
hold on you mean sandwiches
The short involves Goofy doing domestic chores for his wife, which was an odd concept in the 1950′s. So based on the Milkman not knowing who he was kissing in this bit, it implies that Goofy’s wife was fucking the Milkman.
AND MAYBE ITS MY FAULT FOR OWNING A HOME.
a man walked into my home. didn’t knock. didn’t phone. just kicked down the door and made himself known.
the girl who was alone. in her own home. the girl asked the man to leave. begged him to go. please leave. please go. you can have anything you want. just not my home. the man. didn’t flinch. didn’t give in. he took what he want. even with a grin.
and what are you supposed to do when panic overcomes you? the girl. couldn’t breathe. couldn’t remember how. standing there frozen. letting the man walk in. taking anything he wants. like it was already his.
when the man decided he was done. he said goodbye and walked straight out. after the front door closed. the girl unfroze. trying to understand what had just happened to her home. walking around. looking everywhere he touched. all the marks. and his cologne that lingers. like a freshly painted floor.
so the girl locked all the doors and set the house ablaze. with the burning of her house was also the burning of her pain. she sat on the ground and welcomed the flames. how else was she supposed to get rid of the pain?
what if I told you that this house was my body? my body that was once my home. now all is left is an empty house. full of my pain. and my body is the remains of a sick story. of theft. of torture. of grief. so would you still blame me for the way a man forced himself in? for the way he pushed and moved inside of me? for wanting to burn everything that reminds me of him? even if it means I go down with the ship. would you still blame me? do you understand my pain? i can’t move out of my body. so I engulf it in flames.
— © h.g
