- Mom: "Your tumblr is disturbing"
- Me: "Art should disturb the comfortable
- and comfort the disturbed"
sö î hèãrd ÿôū łįkê gùÿś wìth áçćėñtš
I feel like I’m going to be that aunt who drinks vodka straight out of the bottle and ruins Christmas.
"and we didn’t talk after that" is probably the saddest thing to say