my parents never smoked and rarely drank but when I was ~17 my dad took up smoking a pipe and I still remember coming downstairs and seeing my dad smoking a pipe in the living room and I was like "are you smoking in the house???" and my dad said, "yes. I own the house"
however chill or not chill I seem now, I was way way more strict as a kid. I was in kindergarten avoiding kids who said “libary” because I thought they were incurably stupid
My parents and I are switching to a different internet service, and I knew they were supposed to be coming soon. I yelled downstairs from the top of the stairs “If the guy asks about wifi extenders say yes I would like to buy them!!” And my younger brother was like-
I can’t be the only one that drinks coffee only for the taste. It does NOT keep me awake or focused. In fact I can drink a full cup and go to sleep immediately after…
The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.