"I was making a roast.
The smell wafted from the kitchen into the living room,
through the yellow curtains and into the sunlight.
Bread warmed in the oven,
and in my oven mitt, I managed to forget
that I’d ever punched someone in the face.
It seemed so long ago, I might not even have done it.
I went out into the yard before dark
and saw last year’s rake on the lawn.
It was a cheap metal one
that tore up the old grass.
I did that for a while.
When I went back in the house,
the roast was burned black
and the bread was hard.
I sat on the couch and watched it get dark.
I was getting hungry, but I felt afraid
of seeing the refrigerator light go on.
Then I would have to turn on other lights,
and then what would I do?
I heard a car pass once in a while.
I thought about a time on vacation
when I bought a newspaper and tomatoes
from a supermarket I’d never heard of.
I remembered an old bathing suit I had,
but I couldn’t think of what happened to it.
I could move away.
I could get in the car right now
and drive all night,
as soon as I had a sandwich.
Turkey, tomato, mayo,
Swiss, lettuce. It was exciting.
I still had my shoes on. I drove to a truck stop.
It was bright inside and I loved the world.
I bought a sandwich and ate it from my lap while I drove.
When I pulled up to my house it was quiet."
Arda Collins, “Spring”
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"Menstrual pads have been mentioned as early as the 10th century, in the Suda, where Hypatia, who lived in the 4th century AD, was said to have thrown one of her used menstrual rags at an admirer in an attempt to discourage him"
if you don’t think history is a truly inspiring subject you’re wrong (via fashiondisastercecil)
I have to add, this wasn’t just a case of a pretty woman got advanced on by a man she didn’t want. He wasn’t just an admirer. He was her student. She was a master at mathematics, astronomy, and philosophy. She had popular public lectures.
And she wasn’t just said to throw her menstrual rags at him. The story I read was that he admitted his admiration in the middle of one of her teachings, and she grabbed her menstrual rags right out from in between her legs, hurled it at him, and told him “This is what you really love, my young man, but you do not love beauty for its own sake.”
It wasn’t just an attempt to discourage him. It was teaching him a lesson, even when he was interrupting hers.
Basically, Hypatia was amazing.