Viennasstillhere

New England sort of day

It’s a New England sort of day,

Were the air is cold and the sky is grey.

In the Midwest summer this day comes,

As hot tea touches my lips, tongue, and gums.

“A sweater in the middle of august?” my mother chides,

“Yes” I reply, soft fabric warming my sides.

poetry? writing cold summers day creative writing It's a do nothing sort of day poetry

unholyblissafterdark

viennasghost

You have got to be FUCKING ME right now. I LOOKED OUTSIDE AND SAW AN ICE CREAM TRUCK ROLIN DOWN THE STREET.

mostly-funnytwittertweets

catchymemes

andhyssops

today cwilbur is sitting behind a gas station counter. it's a slow day. he's doodling a flag in the corner of his crossword puzzle, humming a familiar tune. it's hot outside. it's cool inside. he's wearing short sleeves, and it doesn't hurt, and he's happy.

dancinbutterfly

shutup-rachel

Allan acknowledges the narrators voice, saying that he’s confused about how there’s only one Allan. This means he hears the narrator and understands what she says.

Later in the movie, when Barbie is crying about how she isn’t pretty anymore, the narrator cuts in to say as a note to the movie creators that Margot Robbie was probably not the best casting choice to make that point. Allan, able to hear and understand the creators voice must have heard this and therefore must know that he is in a movie.

When he is attempting to escape barbieland, Allan pulls a bunch of fighting moves out of nowhere, fighting off several Kens despite the Kens being the stereotype of a strong atheletic guy and Allan being Micheal Cera. It is my hypothesis that this power and strength comes from Allan being aware he is in a movie and therefore, like in a lucid dream, able to manipulate his reality in order to pull off feats like taking on five Kens at once (in a fight). In this essay I will-