What are your marketable skills? the test quiz application questionairre asked
Marketable skills? Let’s see
I’m really good at keeping my mouth shut I learned this when I was 7 and my mother decided to let a teenage boy babysit me molest me then tell me if I told anyone he would kill my cat So, keeping things discreet Yeah, I can do that
I’m extremely talented at pretending things are ok It comes easy to someone who grew up the same way In family pictures I wore my best dress and smile while I could smell the alcohol rotting out of my father’s skin So, looking professional no matter what? Yeah, I can do that with my eyes shut
I can clean and shine until it sparkles when your dad is always drunk your mom is always gone there isn’t much else to do So, clean your shit bowl until it looks brand new Yeah, I can do that and more, too
I sat staring at that question application resume quiz
Marketable skills? So, you really want to know that
“My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.”—Maya Angelou (via ifnothingelsebekind)
“I loved you harder than the storms in the south, and softer than the snow in the north. But I, I am not soft. I am skinned knees and bloodshot eyes. And it’s people like me whose bones crumble under love’s touch.”—broken people, e.m (via regr0wn)
The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem.…
It whispered in underneath the floorboards in such a way that by the time I realized it was here the tendrils had coiled about my legs and it had become a shawl about my shoulders warming me and promising and I began to wither disappear into the ever leaving only my shell to tell the tale.
The gulls amassed in a discordant drown when watching the woman walk on water
She looked back at her sandy shoreline of cotton candy madness and musicians who were bartenders who were eye candy for the blind
The numbers were as infinite as the columns of the Parthenon she would count them until she reached the south where the accident occurred and never let her feet touch the special interchange of columns left standing by the robotics of the old world
but she could never outrun the drowning of the gulls.