The X-Files (September 10, 1993 - May 19, 2002)
You’re saying that, that time disappeared. Time can’t just disappear, it’s, it’s, it’s a universal invariant!
Not in this zip code.
“I have something to say
but I can’t say it.
So how about this, instead.
How about I never saw you coming.
Walking through July like
it was a ring of fire and then you.
You in all your morning glory.
You with the lighter fluid in your mouth.
You on my doorstep trying
to sell me a new security system,
smoke in your teeth.
I know the stories. Someone
is always leaving in them, so here,
take a copy of my keys.
Leave your coat. Make this harder
than it has to be. Make this
a disaster because you know I
live for that.
I was napping on the couch when
I dreamed that you got on a plane
I think it was a nightmare,
at least until you called from the
airport and begged me to come
meet you, then maybe stay forever.
I said yes.
And I know it’s not right,
to say things like this, so I’ll
only say it once.
Listen closely. Are you listening?
Bring your ear to my mouth.
I would follow you anywhere.
God, I would.”
ONE TWEET. THIS FIT IN ONE TWEET. IF YOU FUCK IT UP YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE.
So much of this.
An apology is NOT “I’m sorry BUT here’s why I’m totally in the right and think I did nothing wrong.”
I wish I had this tweet in my face when I was letting my ex get away with being a piece of shit