((I think everyone misses the fact that Peggy is running towards the grenade as well, Steve just gets there first. That’s why I love Peggy, that’s why Steve loves Peggy. They’re both unselfish and brave, and that’s what makes them great and great for each other.))
… I MISSED THAT TOO
I MISSED THAT THREE
This isn’t a geography club, we’re like a secret support group.
For gay teens.
“There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.…Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion.” - E.B. White, ‘Here is New York’
Just discovered that this poem is on the interwebs so I thought I’d share
this is BNV 2012 preliminary indie slam
Update: I got out of bed. My boob hurts. This is exactly the kind of thing that makes me wonder why I got up. Alas, I need to buy a USB.
You’ve got to respect a man who refuses to pretend like he’s having a good day.
NO SIR I DO NOT BITE MY THUMB AT YOU SIR BUT I BITE MY THUMB SIR