one time in middle school i took a sharpie to my thigh and repeatedly wrote “emo” all over it. my mom saw and told me that it was bad luck and that i was asking for bad energy. that scared me so i wrote in a bunch of N’s and had fucking “nemo” all over my leg for days.
Me at Starbucks: I’ll have a lemona-
NYU student who studied abroad in Florence: this American lemonade is NOTHING like the LIMONCELLO shots we did in NAPLES! We ate **makes Italian fist** FRESH pasta out of the Trevi fountain AND snorted TIRAMISU off the Popes asscrack!
This family was fined for painting their house to look like Vincent van Gogh's "The Starry Night" because it helps calm their autistic son. They just won a lawsuit to keep the paint job permanent 🎨