(Source: mylifeasastickperson)
They have to have their victor.
(Source: hoedair)
The tuna salad sits dormant on the table - untouched. Your mother made it, a family BBQ favourite, but that was years ago. The alcohol abuse came after the divorce, then came the dementia. The dish now tasted rejected, despised, worthless; as despondent as the air (a guilty uncle laughs). The air; dormant in the lungs of the silent victim. The air of what should be an afternoon of love and happiness but never will be. Not anymore. Not for you.
Years late you peel back the tin lid to pour the rancid brine into the sink of your filthy overpriced studio apartment; the sharp edges unravel the suicidal thoughts. They manifest as you drain: “It will look like an accident; no-one will suspect anything”. But you haven’t the energy, you haven’t the courage. Then the tears, they fall, they mix with the flavours: Lemon Pepper, Sweet Chilli; it’s all so fucking depressing. You don’t want either, but you have to choose one to give your worthless, wrong-side-of-30 body the energy it needs to face another miserable day, fighting not for your dreams, but against the endless demons of regret.
You place the canned tuna sandwich in your sale-price Tatonka backpack - the irony of carrying your Fitness First bag on the shoulder of what you have let your body become is too painful to bear - and you make your way to the station for the air-conditionless summer peak hour transit. You force your eyes shut, the heat brings a delirium and the tuna re-assembles itself in a sepia day dream. The tuna-fish speaks with death bed cadence: “They make films about adorable pigs, people make stuffed toys that are lambs, chickens, ducks - no-one ever wants to hug a tuna, to hold a tuna. There are no more fish in this sea”
The train enters a tunnel, the daydream fades. You weep, gently; a coward.
Stark’s charm affects everyone. Everyone.
And there came a day, a day unlike any other when Earth’s mightiest heroes found themselves united against a common threat, to fight the foes no single superhero could withstand. On that day, The Avengers were born.
Chelsea Peretti | Comedy Central Presents
(Source: baileemadison)
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