Have you ever felt a potential love for someone?
Like, you don’t actually love them and you know you don’t, but you know you could. You realise that you could easily fall in love with them. It’s almost like the bud of a flower, ready to blossom but it’s just not quite there yet. And you like them a lot, you really do. You think about them often, but you don’t love them. You could, though. You know you could.
My god the accuracy of this statement
THOSE SMELLY TEDDY THINGS THOUGH AND THE SMELLY PENS AND THE PRINGLES POT AND THAT LITTLE POCKET FAMILY HOUSE THING THOSE WERE THE BOMB THE LIPSTICK CANDIES OH THE LIPSTICK CANDIES YYYYYAAAASSSS
oh my god i just remembered those pringles pots were a thing and now i want one
my grandfather and my great aunt both spoke 6 languages fluently and I remember hearing them have a conversation and they would switch languages mid sentence because what they were describing could be more succinctly said in a different language and that’s so cool if I want to express that something is really great I will say the word hella before an adjective
White privilege is being the #1 consumers of welfare, food stamps, general government aid, and illegal drugs, but STILL blaming POC for all of those things as well as incarcerating them at an exponentially higher rate.