There’s two types of festival children. One that stares you down shyly and you have to ask her to trade… and the other that comes running bare footed down the gravel and yells TRADE WITH ME! And I somehow resonate with both
"The baby you abOrtEd could've cured cancer."
So could the women you kept in the kitchen, denied education, autonomy, and basic human rights. You didn't care about them either.
My best friend makes the table/grades it, her husband sits across from me relentlessly making fun of the score I got, and my husband sits next to me giggling every time I give a wrong answer.
My friends hate me & how I know that is bc about 2am every weekend they’ll start asking me history, geography or trivia questions. (I am a woman who contently knows nothing) but worst of all… last night they pulled out a fucking MULTIPLICATION TABLE????
I mean this from the depths of my soul. If you support Trump, unfollow me, block me, do whatever you need to do. I promise I’ll survive without you.
I’m done. Been done.
One time I made a whole petition for my boss to let us leave early and go get margs. Very official and was signed by all my coworkers, she still said no :/