i just saw this painting that said “i’m glad we don’t talk anymore but i still think about you on your birthday” and it’s genuinely so real. there’s so many people i outgrew, lost connection with, or cut ties on good or bad terms but i always remember them on their birthday
I would absolutely dress my kids as sad beige babies if they would let me. But my life is run by the small children & their strong wills and this is how we leave the house
Pouring one out for myself and everyone else who also fell victim to absurdly overpriced vip tickets for the eras tour this year thinking it would be their only chance at tickets only to watch people later snag better tickets for less than half the price
I have cried about every progress report from my sons pre school. They’re not negative but not positive. Like am I not doing enough? Do all the other kids do all these things he’s not doing? I’m so sad at myself