Cody Cobb (b. 1984 in Shreveport, Louisiana) is a photographer based in Seattle, Washington. His photographs attempt to capture brief moments of stillness from the chaos of nature.
‘i have been working in a cubicle for 8 hours a day for 1 year and 6 months,’ i say. ‘i thought we were supposed to kill ourselves if that happened. or you were supposed to kill me. i forget. i know we had an arrangement.’
‘i think we were going to do that and then you needed to buy a car,’ vinny says. i can hardly hear him over the wind.
‘where are you,’ i say.
‘my driveway,’ he says.
i hang up and go back inside. i sit on my bed and read 30 pages of a book by nick hornby about a failed marriage. it starts with the wife cheating on the husband, who is a lazy writer, and then she tells him she cheated on him because she was bored and he sucks and he says she can’t divorce him. he doesnt threaten to take the kids or kill himself or anything. he just says she can’t. and she just kind of goes with it and resigns without putting up any kind of a fight. and then i guess they spend the remainder of the book trying to figure out how to find happiness or drama in this loveless 24-year-old marriage. their marriage is as old as me. i feel old so this makes me feel better. i can’t believe i’m at the point in my life where my age bothers me. it doesnt really bother me. it depends on the context. at work i feel young but when i watch movies or listen to music i feel old. none of the interesting art is about me anymore.
i look across the street at the neighbors skimming pollen off a green aboveground pool. sometimes watching strangers do the small tasks that make up the mortar of ordinary life makes me feel very tender towards them. other times it makes me feel like they’re toy people.
i call ali.
‘lately i feel like my only real hobbies are thinking about sex and trying not to drink,’ i say. ‘just kidding.’
‘it’s okay if you’re not kidding,’ she says.
‘just over the past couple days, maybe,’ i say. ‘i tried to read but it didnt work.’
she asks if i want to do work at the thinking cup on newbury street. i can’t tell. i think one night a week i need to be totally by myself. i used to spend pretty much every night by myself and now i hardly go a day without seeing someone. it’s good but it makes me feel very distant from my 8 year-old-self, or something–the person i am when no one is around, who i imagine is my very solemn 8 year-old-self, who for some reason was always very concerned and focused and serious about nothing in particular. i go into the living room and turn on the tv. field of dreams is on. i watch the whole thing, commercials and all, and for some reason life seems more full and tactile afterwards. one time when i was living in somerville i woke up from a nap at 7:30pm and called nora. it was a wednesday and nothing had happened all day at work. i felt like nothing was ever going to happen for the rest of my life and i was absently conditioning myself into being okay with that. i had a handle of baileys and nothing else for some reason. no beer or anything and no coffee to mix it with. i was drinking baileys and laying on my bed in the dark at 7:30pm and it was late march and the snow was steel-colored and all i could really think to do was sleep more. nora read me diary entries she had written when she was little over the phone. like in third grade or something. she talked about her dreams for the future and how she wanted to be smart and pretty when she grew up and she talked like i talked as a little kid. i mean she talked like a normal kid, but also with these occasional odd turns of phrases that you could tell she picked up from her mom or dad. like i used to say ‘at the end of the day’ a lot because i’d heard my dad say it on sales calls.
i text vinny that we need to start a new project immediately. he says ‘what?’ i say ‘i dont know. would you want to write a screenplay?’ he says ‘yes. about what.’ i say ‘i dont know yet. we will discuss at a later date.’ he is moving to boston soon. i really truly thought everyone would have scattered across the midwest and had families by now. it is so relieving to be wrong about most things.
Stop abusing your boyfriends and yes what you are doing is abuse.
Stop:
Yelling at him in front of his friends
Hitting or slapping him when he does or says something you don’t like
Telling him he doesn’t have a choice when it comes to decisions that involve both of you
Telling him he can’t hang out with friends because you don’t like him
Telling him to not talk to other girls even if they are his friend
Forcing him to spend every moment with you
Belittling him and pointing out all his flaws
Calling him stupid or making fun of him for making a mistake
Threatening to break up with him if he doesn’t do what you want
Being emotionally manipulative and crying until he does what you want
Accusing him of cheating every time he’s not with you
Blow up is phone if he doesn’t text you every five minutes
Telling him you are the must thing that has ever happened to him and no one else will love
Physically attacking him when ever you are mad
Forcing him to have sex despite that fact that he said he didn’t want to
Invading his privacy by going through his phone
Getting mad at him for changing his password and demanding he tell you what it is
If a guy did any of these things to a girl it would be considered abuse but since its the other way around its considered normal. Throughout High school I saw many girl treating their boyfriends like shit. Sometime even physically abusing them in the hallways and no one trying to stop it because its a girl attacking a boy.
Boys: If your girlfriend does anything on this list leave her. It is abuse and you deserve better.
Girls: if you find your self doing anything on this list to your boyfriend you need to knock it off because you are being abusive.
!!!!!!!!
My brother was abused by his babies mom and it started like this and escalated to child abuse and neglect.
You don’t deserve to be screamed at, ignored, or assaulted.
Not showing affection when she wants or not hugging her before class) or missing a phone call doesn’t warrant getting cussed out or hit.
Lol, I lost 5 followers from reblogging this. That’s fine, y'all can go
Whole lot of grown women do this too.
Just wanna throw these in too
Being passive aggressive with him when he wants to spend time with friends or doing other things
controlling when he’s able to go out with friends
Breaking up his friendships with other girls just because you’re insecure
Making him feel like his opinions in decisions that affect the both of you are irrelevant and don’t matter
testing him in anyway in general without his knowledge or permission (example: catfishing! it’s manipulative and weird don’t fucking do that)
taking money/credit cards without permission to spend on things without his knowledge ( had an ex friend do this constantly to her boyfriend and she’d always condone it because “he’ll get over it” )
guilting him for hanging out with friends/family over you and making him choose between you and friends/family
telling him “you don’t love me if you *insert harmless activity he wants to do here* “
being rude or mean to him in front of others to assert dominance or power over him
downloading apps to spy on his phone activity (yes, this is a thing “”regular”” people do) or snooping on his social media to see who he’s talking to
hitting him, slapping him, punching him, shoving him. literally how do people not understand slapping your male partner is bad. people tend to find this funny in media and society and its weird. KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF YOUR PARTNER WITHOUT PERMISSION.
I come from a family of very forward and manipulative women and i see it in media all the time. it’s fucked and people need to not be accepting of young girls acting like snot-nosed, abusive shit heads that think they can get away with manipulation and cruelty because they happen to be girls.
and let me add this. ABUSIVE TEEN GIRLFRIENDS TURN INTO ABUSIVE GROWN ASS WOMEN GIRLFRIENDS WHO TURN INTO ABUSIVE WIVES.
if you have an abusive teen or young adult gf right now fellas, leave. don’t let her use you to get her shit right. you’ll be so fucked up by the time she gets it together if she ever does and believe that most likely she won’t.
Can i just add that ive seen young queer girls do this to their girlfriends. Girls can be abusers and you are right to leave.
Women/young girls can definitely be just as abusive. I knew a young man that got ran over and had his leg broken by his girlfriend because (in her words he annoyed her) He refused to press charges.
Another young lady started to hit her ex boyfriend because he wouldn’t take her back because of the abuse. He called the cops on her and they literally started laughing at him because she was very petite in comparison to him. Anyone can be abusive and I wish more people understood that.
dammit I’d spam my blog if i reblog this more than once but dude this is really important.
More children have died in school shootings in 2018 than active combat members of the US military according to The Washington Post.
The number of deaths and school shooting incidents through May 18 are each higher this year than at any point since 2000. There have been three times as many deaths in school shootings so far this year than in the second-most deadly year through May 18, 2005.
“So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.”
