#turned down

I have to appeal. Prayers and good thoughts are appreciated. Thanks guys.

Wasn’t it hilarious and sad how he tried to initiate phone sex and Molly just wanted to talk about the dog’s balls? Like poor dude

Green eyes looked at me with a nervous light to them I could only call hope. “I love you,” she told me and I- I didn’t react despite the itch in my scar, my expression didn’t change; I was silent, trying to determine what she meant before I spoke. A joke? She seemed too serious. Practicing for someone else? I couldn’t think of a reason she’d pick me to practice with, we’d rarely spoken before. “You don’t know love,” I broke my silence. If I was being fair, I didn’t really know love either, but I wasn’t in the mood to play fair. The light went out as she faltered, “O-Okay, then,” a beat to think of a way to salvage a situation I was not going to let her salvage, “I like you.” Again I was silent, trying to think of the best way to kill her interest because I was so far not capable of love even if I’d been interested. “No,” my voice was colder than I’d expected as I rubbed my temples in an attempt to stave off the impending migraine, “you like the idea of me; you like the quiet mystery I present and already filled in the blanks yourself without ever actually trying to know me, otherwise you’d already know how this would turn out for you. You are not the first and you won’t be the last.” Green eyes filled with tears now, “Not even an ‘I’m sorry’?” she spoke through a sob. “I won’t apologize for your poor judgment.” Her gaze narrowed into a glare and I supposed I got my wish. “Go to hell, you ass!” A smile- maybe a little too wicked- crept across my lips at that. “Sweetheart, where do you think I’m from?”

~Joanna Newsom

"A Tasteful Turndown" - January 2018