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Here’s your late-night, Tumblr-was-down-forever story of the day. I dig this piece, from Bluestem Magazine and I know you will, too. Enjoy Sara Lippmann’s “Babydollz”:

“My father hanged himself in the sixth grade. I was snooping for cigarettes and found him tied to the rod in my mother’s closet. His boxer shorts, bunched at his ankles, made his knees seem puffy and sad, like bath loofahs. It was the year of Michael Stipe so my mother blamed autoerotic asphyxiation, but who knows one’s intentions. When I told this to Rosie she wasn’t surprised. All girls have a story. Actually, she said, that was Michael Hutchence.”