So you’ve got this bitch-ass fitted sheet that you would normally pile into a ball and shove into a closet so you won’t have to deal with it, yeah? Well. Quit acting like a piece of linen is better than you are. You can make a fitted sheet bend to your will. And here’s how…
First, put your sheet on the floor. Stand above it for a few seconds so it knows who’s boss.
Then, put your hand in the lower left corner so that it’s inside out. Do the same to the lower right corner.
Now, your lower left and right corners of the fitted sheet should be inside out. (Shoutout to Amy Poehler, love your work).
Then, take the lower left corner (that’s still inside out) and tuck it into the upper left corner. It should look like the picture above once you’re done. Then, do the same with your right corners.
It should look something like that. Right now, she’s your friend at the end of a good night out. Doesn’t look really bad, but you know she deserves better.
Pull at the corners until you get something like this shape, as it makes it easier to fold. You’ve given your friend some plain white bread and a glass of water. She’s looking much more presentable now.
Now, pull in at the elastic until you make a rectangle. You’ll want to tuck and smooth the excess fabric away from the elastic seams and towards the closed edge of the fitted sheet.
Once you’ve got a (semi) neat rectangle, fold the the top of the sheet down about a third of the way through. I like to fold the upper part of the sheet down first, because it’s not as straight of an edge as the bottom. You can find your own meaning within that description.
Now, fold the lower portion of the sheet on top of the part you’ve already folded down.
Fold the left side of the sheet into the middle, and then fold the right side of the sheet on top of what you just folded.
Congratulations. You just made a fitted sheet your bitch.
let your father die energy drink by daniel lavery and cecilia corrigan / phoebe bridgers, motion sickness / 6 ways to draw a circle / the elektra complex / art by dave filoni
Robert Icke, Oresteia (Act Three). went to the trouble of transcribing this for one of my silly little comic web weaving posts but u guys can see it on my main too i guess <3
ELECTRA: Dad. You used to sit right there.
AGAMEMNON: I did. Family meals. Your mother's custom. Still going.
ELECTRA: We're not the model family of the modern major general. But then we weren't that when you were here either.
It's strange that you aren't here.
AGAMEMNON: You'll get used to it.
ELECTRA: I haven't yet.
AGAMEMNON: You will.
ELECTRA: It feels like minutes. I know it's been longer than that.
AGAMEMNON: This is it now. This is doing things fatherless.
ELECTRA: I just thought that.
AGAMEMNON: Like father [like son].
ELECTRA: I sharpen my pencil fatherless. I pour a glass of wine fatherless. I don't drink it fatherless. I hear a song fatherless that I used to [like] --
I feel absolutely nothing at all.
I imagine a conversation with my father fatherless. The colour of it stains my head. It echoes. It stays with me. Whether or not any of the words were ever spoken, it's the realest thing that happens all day.
i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”