i love her so much, she snores a little bit. 😭 it sounds like a heavy breathing sound but also snoring kinda.

she looks so peaceful and she puts her arm around me as she sleeps. i swear she’s literally sleeping beauty.

(no clue why she’d put my arm around my goofy ass)

i long-distance dated a girl when we were high school aged who lived in myanmar. (i sadly lost contact with her years ago when i made new social media accs)

she learned english as a little girl and only spoke burmese with her family and at school. however im assuming she didn’t read or write in it that much and most of the time, spoke to me and her online friends (which would be in english).

i remember google translating “hello, how are you?” or something like that and she told me to please not type in Burmese because she couldn’t read it without using Google translate to find out what i wrote in english.

while she can understand spoken burmese as well as speak it herself (she kinda has to living in myanmar), she can’t read it and told me she struggled in school for that reason.

naturally, she preferred english. i also know of people who speak 2 languages but either can’t read/write the one language and only speaks it or has trouble spelling words.

i think i knew a spanish speaker in the us who spelled words like “como te llamas” as “como te yamas” (not as a slang spelling, he was just trying to spell it)

my first drunk experience was at 14. found some alcohol in the fridge/on the counter (don’t remember which), the places my dad usually leaves his alc. poured myself some when he was in the other room and drank it in front of my friend on facetime.

didn’t quite vomit but nearly did. he told me i was entertaining but also really weird (kept talking about communism and communist china?)

i also remember saying “i love you” to him but he fortunately hung up right before i said that.

i’ve had one all day since i woke up. i’m also hungry as hell.

i know of some bi/multilingual families in the us who'd talk to each other in their native tongue when they didn't want the kids to know what they were saying.

i speak my dad's native spanish as well as dad's learned portuguese, but i don't speak the polish or norwegian from the other side of mom's family. (she's also latina but doesn't natively speak spanish)

however, i'm learning the two i don't know, and practicing polish (the language my mom does know) with her

is it because of the “pick me, choose me, love me” thing or does she actually behave like a pick me?

my sister, her friends, and some of mine seem to have this inside joke about a man called dr. bollock/bollocks?

is there a real celebrity/character called this, or is this some sort of OC?

not everyone acts like this, but i’ve seen this enough times to be bothered by it.

if i did nothing to you, you don’t have to treat me like crap because you’re miserable. and i won’t talk to people who blow up and can’t control themselves every time something happens. and then some of the same people wonder why im not speaking to them…

like:

“But, Johnny didn't care

He was an outlaw by the time that he was ten years old

He didn't wanna do what he was told

Just a prankster

A juvenile gangster” (Only a Lad)

“ From the day he was born, he was trouble

He was a thorn in his mother's side

She tried in vain

But he never caused her nothing but shame

He left home the day she died

From the day he was gone”

“Shootin' up junk

He was a low down cheap little punk” (Eddie’s teddy)

they just give me a kind of similar vibe