So I’m staying at a friend’s house in Boston
And in their guest room is a door.
And my first thought was closet. Just an ordinary, tiny, New England closet.
There are STAIRS in that closet!
Now where do those stairs go, you may ask?
Up to the black void attic of course.
But you know, it doesn’t seem to end there.
Because for reasons no one seems to know, this door deadbolts from inside. There’s nothing but a black void up there. Why must it lock on that side of it???
Of course, it was then that I spotted something else.
Why yes, those ARE scratch marks on the inside of the door. Which, one might think dog because they’re so low on the door (only a third of the way up).
But you know, this wouldn’t be fun if that was all there was.
That deadbolt has scratches all around it too.
Because guess what.
That deadbolt is five feet off the ground. And there is no dog in this house tall enough to reach it.
Pretty sure I just entered a horror film.
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part of me wants to live a calm life, living in a small light house in New England and drink too much tea while writing flowery poetry about the mysterious strangers in the grey, sea salt scented town. another part of me wants to live in a mountain tucked village in Switzerland, owning sheep and cats and traveling across Europe every summer with my dog, reading books and keeping secrets. the third part of my soul wants to live in an apartment crammed city in the sixties, writing books and living in crowded apartments with artists who smoke and swear and throw extravagant parties and witness the growth of a culture. all of me wants to live
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the cold culture in the north is real. some days i worry about wearing my parka because i think it isnt cold enough to justify it and people will judge me for it, and honestly i only end up needing it half the time anyway since my body is acclimated to the cold. i live in a god damn snowglobe. that frozen bitch has a castle next door. i wear a fleece when its 20 degrees out, determined to outlast every underdressed man, the burning desire to emasculate them warming my body. i have the bodily composition of a polar bear and was born to endure this weather. winter is a competition and i am winning
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