Tag: gino’s soliloquy

lmao i got a bit sick and my grandparents are super worried and all and they made me tea and cared for me and,,,, this is sooo weird bc nobody ever cared for me like this before lmao. my parents didnt give a shit when i was sick, they made me go to school even tho i was super sick etc. and then now that i live alone i dont give a shit about my health either since yknow. i survived this far so its probably gonna work out

but having people genuinely worrying for my health is like… weird lmao it feels like an overreaction and really comforting at the same time

epicene-street-light:

epicene-street-light:

i just love L’Arlésienne by Bizet so much its like the embodiment of my 3 happy and normal middle school memories

i was in an advanced music theory class with my best friend and we spent our time laughing behind our desks while studying L’Arlésienne in detail… the class was at 2:30 pm on tuesdays and before it started we always messed around in the school and she climbed trees while i encouraged her and we managed to find some money to buy nougat after class and like… those are literally my only good memories from like… 10 to 14

my other non awfully violent and traumatic memories from that time are basically me waking up and leaving the house wayy to early and sitting near the school at 7:20am with a book while it was freezing or other lonely moments because at least no one was bullying me lmao what the fuck is wrong with me

epicene-street-light:

i just love L’Arlésienne by Bizet so much its like the embodiment of my 3 happy and normal middle school memories

i was in an advanced music theory class with my best friend and we spent our time laughing behind our desks while studying L’Arlésienne in detail… the class was at 2:30 pm on tuesdays and before it started we always messed around in the school and she climbed trees while i encouraged her and we managed to find some money to buy nougat after class and like… those are literally my only good memories from like… 10 to 14

catracism:

the faster you learn to say ‘this is hideous, i love it’ about an item of clothing and genuinely mean it, the faster no one can take away your happiness about your clothes because they can be like ‘what the fuck are you wearing’ and the only answer you can give is a gleeful ‘i KNOW isn’t it HIDEOUS!’

Grandma: darling, i noticed your skin was dry. Here, use my argan oil!

Grandpa:

Grandpa:

Grandpa:

Grandma: … is there a problem?

Grandpa: …

Grandpa: is it safe? this looks dangerous.

my grandma keeps a spider in her kitchen and she named it Gertrude… once in awhile she starts talking to it like “hi Gertrude how is it going?” and thats the funniest thing ever