MY GRANDMA GOT ALL A’S IN “ETIQUETTE” (YES THAT WAS AN ACTUAL CLASS IN HER HIGH SCHOOL) AND SHE TOLD ME, “DEAR,” SHE SAID,
“YOU NEVER CROSS YOUR LEGS, YOU CROSS YOUR ANKLES. BUT THE GREAT THING ABOUT YOU LIVING IN THIS GENERATION IS YOU DON’T HAVE TO FOLLOW MY GENERATION’S RULES. SIT THE WAY YOU WANT. IF SOMEONE LOOKS UP YOUR SKIRT, JUST TELL THEM YOUR AUNT MARY WILL KILL THEM.”
WHICH IS TRUE
MY AUNT MARY HAD A SWITCHBLADE IN A SPECIAL POCKET OF HER NIGHTGOWN UNTIL THE DAY SHE DIED
the moral of this story is
1. Sit the way you want.
2. My great aunt Mary was a fucking badass.
Aunt Mary is my new hero
a reality check that’s a blow to the solar plexis
SEE ALSO: why i’m crumbling under the weight of prolonged loneliness for fear of letting anyone in again & repeating this
See also disabled kids and parents.
A lot a lot a lot of parents are perfectly acceptable parents until they have disabled children. They start to blame us for shit and say we deserve what they give us. my mom was a decent mother until she had me.
i hardly ever see campaigns like this.
do i make this tshirt and buy it because it really has become my life..
"It’s a new soundtrack I could dance to this beat…forevermore" - Welcome To New York, 1989 taylorswift
Bank teller laughing at robber.
She like wtf this nigga gon do wit that lmao