My Dad: You need to put chip clip on that bag or a roach might crawl into it and taste one of those hot tortillas and die. Then you’ll be eating out of a graveyard
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My Dad: You need to put chip clip on that bag or a roach might crawl into it and taste one of those hot tortillas and die. Then you’ll be eating out of a graveyard
ok so a while ago I asked my mom if I could buy a trench coat or lab coat (it was for cosplay but I didn’t feel like explaining what cosplay was you know) and she refused because apparently when she was in high school there was this group of 5 or 6 kids who wore black trench coats to school every day and called themselves “The Watchers” and they’d just casually be walking down the hallway or in a classroom and suddenly whisper to the nearest person “the watchers are watching” and all they responded with was “the watchers are watching” or some form of that for four years of high school im
hier ma mère m'a dit au tel "c'est normal la déprime c'est le mois de janvier il est terrible, et puis il y a rien dehors la nature fait une pause et nous aussi on fait partie de la nature, on devrait faire une pause mais on travaille alors qu'on devrait pas"
When my mom was a kid and scared of whatever was in the dark, my grandad told her, "If you're ever scared of monsters in the dark, be the thing in the dark that people are afraid of" and when I was a kid, she told me that, and I remember waking into dark rooms and growling under my breath and idk it really helped
A beautiful thing my mom said to me today
I was telling her (while crying, full disclosure) that I feel like I'm not hitting all the adulthood benchmarks my peers are hitting. She said: "Oh Amanda, there are no benchmarks. You're building the foundation for an amazing, ambitious building. Maybe some of your friends have already built their houses, but those houses are shit boxes." Thanks, Mom.
When someone has all the "right" features to be "beautiful", they can... look [plain]. Beauty isn't the perfect nose, hair, eyes, lips.. It's a combination of features that end up in this creation that you could see everyday and still not be able to completely memorize. Beauty can be high cheek bones and blue eyes but it doesn't have to be.
This gist of what my mom said when I was five and asked how she knew if someone was beautiful or not
When I was starting college, my mom told me that at any given moment on campus, there would be someone who was eating, there would be someone who was sleeping, there would be someone who was playing, and there would be someone who was working. She said I should figure out how to balance being these people, because they're great in harmony but being any one of them for too long could be bad.
my mum told me that she would rather I was a porn star than a vine star