I understand gaslighting isn’t good for the grand scheme of things, but I’ve already told my dog “Last Christmas” by Wham! was written about her. This is a choice I never intend to go back on. For both our sakes.
Dream job: Hype man for the moon.
(If you haven't checked it out recently, tonight's a good night to. Pop out, take it in, vibe. Cause oooo baby it's doing it's thing)
"You lose count of so many things in life. Some worth celebrating and some not. For me the number of burritos I've eaten falls into a kinda gray area."
*during a story about italy*
Papa: “They didn’t go to school, but they know what to do”
Me: “Who? Italians?”
Papa: “No, the birds. And they don’t need money.”
I don’t know many Mallory’s, but whenever someone with the name says “Call me mal” the 4 years of spanish in me can’t help but be like “that’s not good”
Music taste is amazing. Show someone part of yours and their like “huh, are you a mother in her 60’s longing to return to the 70’s” or a different aspect and suddenly you’re “a barn owl whose habitat was encroached upon and these sounds penetrate the stillness of their nights”