Alvin Straight (via jollyeasyzebra)

I swear I’ve seen this scene before, except as a Somali fable (a camel herder and his sons)

I’ve heard it from a before too, but from a different context.

Also it’s a contemptible lie.

(via stalinistqueens)

Also it’s a contemptible lie.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Family is a fucking straitjacket made of thorns and when you escape from it people keep fucking telling you how sad you must be not to have your STRAITJACKET OF THORNS omg why don’t you get back into your painful fucking cage you must miss it I love my cage…

(via apiphile)

eugh. very contemptible lie.

however, this has just made me horrifically sad, as, um, let me think. i guess it was christmas, so a month before he died, my grandpa told this story. we gathered around my grandfather, a few of us, including the family members he absolutely hated and properly admitted he hated, to their goddamned faces, when he was dying (he called several of his daughters whores. i loved my grandfather more than i will ever love a lot of people). anyway, he said, go get me a bundle of sticks. he could still talk by then, see. so we got him some sticks. wrap ‘em in a ribbon, he said, so we wrapped them in a yellow ribbon. when each stick is apart, you can break them. when they all tied together they can’t be broken. that bundle of sticks you’re holdin right there is family. don’t leave each other.

 so it is a lie. i fuckin’ hate my family. my mom and most of my aunts are junkies. my dad’s just crazy. my paternal family hate me. two of my uncles convinced me i was going to hell, when i was eight. my siblings—um. yeah, um, all of them are mental and at least one genuinely thinks i would’ve been better as an abortion. nobody tell me family is a good thing. nobody tell me there is any reason in the entire world that i shouldn’t get a brief phone call, three thousand miles away, when my mother finally overdoses fatally.

but i really miss my grandfather.