“What it was going to be, we were trying to complicate the relationship between Cap and his S.H.I.E.L.D agent friends. If Hawkeye got a call from S.H.I.E.L.D saying Captain America is a fugitive, would he listen to that call or not listen to that call? That sequence actually was heartbreaking for us to cut it. I think it ultimately might have been a conflict with Renner’s schedule. But there was a great sequence where Hawkeye was chasing Cap through Washington D.C. there was an awesome sequence where they confronted each other in a ravine on the outskirts of D.C. and Hawkeye was shooting a series of arrows closing in on Cap, Cap closing in on him. And then Cap took him down and he realized for the first time that Hawkeye was trying to trick S.H.I.E.L.D, where he whispered something into Cap’s ear that Cap had a tracker on his suit and to punch Hawkeye to make it look real, because there was a Quinjet hovering above where they were watching the feedback back at S.H.I.E.L.D. So it was a cool sequence.”—
i really hate it when people say you shouldn’t use the computer or watch tv before going to bed and instead you should read a book because you need winding down time or you won’t sleep. ha ha good one do you know what happens if i start a book before bed?! i end up fucking finishing it that’s what
These past two weeks have been extremely difficult for me which is why I haven’t been online that much. My aunt committed suicide last week and it’s been devastating. I’ve never had to deal with a family death, really. The last funeral I went to was my grandfather’s when I was like 10 or 11 and I barely remember it. But this was horrible and my family is still trying to get through it.
On top of that, I got forced into seeing a counselor for my depression. I don’t like it. I hate silence and it felt like I paid $40 to pay the quiet game. I hate it but I’m going. On top of that, the same day the Boy and I got into a really big fight and it was horrible. We’re okay. We’re actually a lot better then before but it was hard.
I have people that care about me, but it’s hard. Work is busy, I have two galleries to prepare for, 3 paintings to finish, I’ve been broke for a while, and now I have to see a counselor. It’s a lot to handle. Luckily, the Boy is planning a special date next week and I’m going camping this weekend. I just need to get out of town. Hopefully things will get better. Hopefully.
You found me, mouth like a pomegranate
picking flowers in my mother’s field.
An invitation of sorts.
You took it as one and spent five months
thinking about slipping your fingers into my mouth.
I think the Earth changed the day we met,
It had been waiting for you to bare your teeth
and swallow me whole
It had been waiting for the cup of your palm
around my neck except you didn’t have to beg baby
you said “let me show you what flowers look like
from the earth up.”
and I said “yes, please. Show me your flowers,
show me your dead, show me your fingers.”
My mother warned me about gods like you,
hungry, greedy gods like you
all desire and no thought
all want and no logic
I was the same.
I skipped with you into hell
Artemis knows dragged, I know this:
I held my arms outwards and let you tie them
so softly that I asked what they were made of
and you said “prayers.”
We kissed at the entrance, open-mouthed
we kissed like we were starving,
kissed like the dead were crawling out of hell
I decorated your dark with flowers
and sat on your lap and fed you petals.
It makes me burn when they say
“Hades stole Persephone.”