elfvenomm:

biyaself:

I know grown ass people who say “this just the way I am” alllll the time

Recognizing your own toxic behaviour is peak adulting. You don’t stop learning once you turn 18+.

My dad is almost 70 and always says he’s still growing, changing, and learning. That’s what life is, an ongoing experience that you gotta be open for change in.

“That’s just how I am” is bullshit, you don’t like it or you see it affects the ones you love negatively, you change that shit.

Source: im-prada–u-nada

queerhawkeyes:

queerhawkeyes:

queerhawkeyes:

my aunt was telling me about a cousin who married into the mob, prompting me to ask incredulously, “we’re in with the mob??” only for her to say that the mob guy divorced the cousin, leading to the less exciting and more terrifying possibility that we’re out with the mob

two more things about this:

  • there were apparently a lot of guns at the wedding
  • now I have something good to use next time I am forced to play two truths and a lie. your family marrying into the mob sure beats having lived in three states

in my sociology of childhood class today we each had a sheet with a list of characteristics on it (had piano lessons as a child, were an only child, were in foster care, had a day job before you were 16, went on family vacations, etc) and we had to find someone for each item, but unfortunately “family married into the mob” was not listed. it also turns out it’s pretty hard to bring up in everyday conversation, despite the fact that I am dying to tell people. “how are you?” – “pretty good, also my family married into the mob, how are you?”

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

writing-prompt-s:

One day, you lose your wallet, and it is found by a mob boss, who figures out that you aren’t in such a good place financially, and takes pity on you. So they start anonymously sending cash, clothes, and furniture to you in the mail, eventually, the mob boss sends you a letter to stating that they bought you a house, and it lists an adress. What do you do?

In this economy? Thank them politely, pledge your loyalty, and join the mob.