bingewatching will never come close to bingereading. there is nothing like blocking out the entire Earth for ten hours to read a book in one sitting no food no water no shower no bra and emerging at the end with no idea what time it is or where you are, a dried-up prune that's sensitive to light and loud noises because you've been in your room in the dark reading by the glow of a single LED. it's like coming back after a three-month vacation in another dimension and now you have to go downstairs and make dinner. absolutely transcendental
lonely wizard happy,, 💚
To sing! To dance!
south park milfs moms!!
One of the funniest online parenting rabbitholes I’ve fallen into is parents being irate and hysterical that their children are referred to by nicknames by their friends and family. And the kid doesn’t care or actively asks to be called the nickname. It would be slightly different if the name was something with a deep cultural meaning to the parent but usually it’s white women breaking down about their kid asking to be referred to as ‘bug’ instead of *insert white bread top 100 trendy American baby name*. They’ll get so upset about it too. They’re like “I NAMED HER MACKINGSLEIGH FOR A REASON.” not realizing that their child is not an accessory but a living, thinking, sentient being capable of choosing how they would prefer to be called. And kids so often outgrow their nickname.