Dad just told me he feels a little smug laughing at my jokes because I’m essentially his creation, so every joke I’ve ever told is, in some sense, inherently his.
Maybe a hot take but if I’m 30 and have never caught a ball and been a fan my whole life, I’m not giving up the ball to a kid 7 rows away that doesn’t know what day it is.
my favorite kind of intimacy is when two people start using each other’s random phrases and mannerisms without even realizing it. you just wake up one day and realize you speak a little bit of their language.