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I was talking to my mom about House of leaves and she just says “I was listening to a podcast and someone made a joke about the house moving. I thought it was going to be a house of leaves jokes but it was an Encanto joke.” Encanto is just House of Leaves for kids.
~Oranges~
I never liked oranges
A pungent smell
Citrus makes my head spin
My stomach flip
Brought back an old rental
Married single mother
Hands smell of citrus peels
Fragments left on the counter
I liked oranges for a moment
That moment
Soft worn hands that brought warmth
Peeled my oranges I’d soon hate
Hands now older
Aching warmth still radiates through
I never liked oranges
But I love my mother
Alright I need to know.
Did anybody else's parents teached them about period and death at a young age without sugar coating it, or is it just my family?
Cause my mom explained to my sister and I about period when we were like four or five years old. We saw her pads and tampons, asked what they where, and she explained it. Didn't say we'll understand when we're older, none of that junk, she just explained it like. The funny thing is that we didn't care, we were just happy to know what that was.
She also explained to us about death when we asked why we didn't have grandpa's like other kids. She just explained death to us in a way that a five/six year old kid can understand.
And in all honesty, I love my mom for that. She understood that we wanted to know, so she explained to us in a way a child can understand.
But all honesty, were anybody else parents like that? Or are my parents just really good at parenting?
My mom just said one of the funniest things I have ever heard she said "the bigger the conspiracy theory, the stupider/ dumber the person." And I couldn't stop laughing for like five minutes. I fu*ing love my mom
I need to show y'all the best baby photo I have:
And people wonder why my top bunk is all stuffed animals
My mom is cool 🥰
This is actually a remake, the original was in a history(?) notebook
Another example of why I love my mom…
So I was working on a test with my mom, who is great with nutrition and apparently drug studies as we’ve found. Eventually, we get to a question and my brain shut off completely for a good minute and a half. To quote her,
“What are anabolic steroids made from- Bull testicles.”
And the only thing I could reply with, after feeling all of my brain cells die within me for a moment, was “I really hope you’re not right.”
And guess what?
SHE. WAS. GODDAMN. RIGHT. ABOUT. IT.
Steroids are made from testicles apparently, being derived from testosterone found in- as my mom puts it- “the testies.”
So hey how are you guys doing?
Going to try and get some more drawing done today so for a warm up, I doodled this silly interaction I had with my family this morning lol.
Who will you think of?
Who will you think of?As your whole life flashes, right before your eyes?” A quote I recently came across. Who will I think of? I will think of my mother
I hate when people (especially in movies) get embarrassed when their parents drop them off at school. When my mom drops me off, I tell her I love her, blow her a kiss, and make a heart with my hands. I don't care. I love my mom and I'll show it.
Me waiting for my mom to cook her amazing breakfasts
snoopy of the day
Mom’s response. She fucking loves Haikyuu
The message I just sent to my mom and sibling that don’t follow fandom social media about the new Haikyuu announcement.
(I think I’m up to date on things but if I got stuff wrong it’s not like they’ll know…)
i love my silly little science books that my mama got me. thanks mom!!!!!!!!!!
appreciation post for my mom, @amanda-farley
(very much a belated thank you for letting me convince you to install tumblr)
Where do I even begin? I feel like I could write years worth of passages when it concerns you. It feels as if ever since you cradled me in those arms that had once held yourself together, you and I were history waiting to be written. Maybe that’s presumptuous of me, but I think I have always been a little presumptuous. Especially when it concerns you. (If I had to count the amount of times people have told me I defended you a bit too much, I fear we would be here for quite a while.)
You have always been my biggest supporter, even when at times it didn’t feel as if you were. You would let my much smaller hands dig my nails into your skin when I felt as of if I was about to burst because of my anxiety, and you still do when that anxiety sneaks back up on me years later. You catered to my odd hyperfixations, like when I was young and was obsessed with mustaches (yes, I still remember that pink dress that was covered with mustaches). How, instead of yelling at me for drawing on the walls, you only scolded me gently into not doing it again and complimented my handiwork. How when you argued with your ex husband you took me out for popsicles, because you had tried for those arguments not to happen in front of me. How when you couldn’t see me for my tenth birthday so you bought me presents and a cake and had set them in front of the door.
Even when your addiction kept dragging you, you still made sure that I knew that you loved me. The way you had held me after my second attempt, letting me get snot all over your shirt. I remember how you defended me from people, how you were the only person who actually decided to listen and do something. I remember you picking me up from school with my reoccurring headaches, telling me that everything will be okay and that you’re sorry. How you held my hand when I had laid in that emergency car. How you never fail to remind me that I am strong, that my experiences does not reflect who I am as a person and who I may turn out to be. How you continue to love and support me through it all.
I think one of the hardest parts of growing is knowing you’re also growing, knowing that one day you won’t be living in a world that once knew how you had felt. I fear for that day, but it also helps me appreciate you more in the present. Hearing your voice brings me back to the present. Knowing you’re out there, being yourself, fills me with joy.
Knowing that, that in at least this world and this lifetime, you are my mom. And that is a blessing and a miracle all in one. A life of us, of mother and child. A life of love and pain.
A life that is unmistakably human.
i named my headphones awesome like gilbert 2000 and i sent it to my mom and she was like 'i dont understand' and then i explained it to her and she likes it
score
I love my momma <3