pop culture-junkie, chapstick-addict, fairly volatile, ride or die chick
I 💖 bar-cats, and bar-cats 💗 me
My parents are being forced to move out of my childhood-home. They’ve been renting it for 31 years, and had built up renters-protection like you wouldn’t believe. Like, ever since I moved out my rent has always been higher than theirs and they have a big-ass centuries-old house. But I guess the city won in the end and they’re making it into a lawyer’s/doctor’s office like everything else on the block.
I was born in that house, my brother was born in that house, we grew up there. I’m going home tomorrow to help them sort out 30+ years of possessions, including my old shit. I’ll be going through my collection of stuffed animals, my carefully taped X-Files VHS tapes, there will be tears.
I hope he liked his painting!
This is beautiful
Everyone’s a critic.