We’ll survive. But not together.
- mom: how was school today?
- me: its not hogwarts.
5 years ago i was a fucking mess & now i’m a fucking mess but at peace with it and with cooler fashion sense
today i found out that when monarch butterflies migrate south for the winter, all the ones that go across the middle of lake superior suddenly stop going south and go west for five miles and then continue south. which really freaked scientists out cos like What is in the Middle of Lake Superior what do Butterflies know that We Dont Is This The End Times etc. anyway turns out about a hundred million years ago there was a mountain there and the butterflies still think they gotta fly around it. classic butterflies
I JUST WANNA GET HOT CHOCOLATE WITH YOU AT SOME CUTE DINER AT 3 AM AND DRIVE AROUND WITH YOU AND TALK ABOUT DUMB STUFF AND KISS YOU
Perfection
u ever see a character that’s so much Your Type it makes u genuinely mad at ur own predictability
buy your kids books, guys.
- i was very fortunate to have two parents growing up who MADE me read.
- i was read a bedtime story every night until i was maybe 8 or 9 years old
- from the second i learned to read my mom took me to the library every friday as a treat
- after every doctor’s visit that i behaved well at, we’d go to the bookstore and I’d get to pick a book
- sometimes my dad would randomly bring home a book he thought id like
- i was by no means a kid who even remotely got all the toys i wanted but if i wanted a specific book? id get it. even if i had to wait for my next birthday, but my parents would make sure that i got it.
- the first thing my parents did when i started learning english at school when i was maybe 11 or 12 is buy me a book
- any present, any treat - it was ALWAYS books.
…. and all that paid off. If you want your kid to grow up to be an intersectional feminist, to be liberal and open-minded, buy them books to support that. books open minds and hearts. trust me.
i wanna know you better than the back of my hand, and what keeps you up at 2am.
i wanna know what song has been stuck in your head, and how you’d look in my bed.
i wanna know what words are on the tip of your tongue, and hear about your dreams, even when you have none.
i wanna know what brings tears to your eyes, and what your face would look like if i kissed the inside of your thighs.
i wanna know how you like your coffee in the morning, and how cute you look when you’re snoring.
i wanna know you better.
k.g.