my little sister has a basketball game and is playing against the two tallest girls from her soccer team.
my dad: “the two twin towers”
my sister: “i’m gunna be the plane”
the whole car:
i will never feel bad for having boundaries and standards again... you're not going to treat me any kind of way & get the benefits or perks of being in my presence. it doesn't work like that anymore. i have boundaries that need to be respected and standards that need to be met.