Last night I had a very vivid dream involving my mother and her not being dead. Like actually being resurrected. And me being very confused. Long story short, it felt very real. I woke up feeling like I had just watched a bizarre movie.

Then, I went to work and the first thing I do when I get there is process a return for a customer. I glance down at the receipt, which has the name of the employee who originally sold the product on it. I look away. Then look at it again. The original ringer is listed as “Barbara C.” My mother was also a “Barbara C.” It took me by surprise so much so that I almost forgot what I was doing until the woman asks me “is there something wrong?”

No, nothing is wrong lady, my mother’s spirit is making contact with me and you’re ruining the moment.


When someone doesn’t instantly fall In love with me upon meeting me I’m just like, um, wake up call: I’m a charming powerful princess?? What’s the deal


we all have a favorite eyebrow

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what if people named their kids when they turn 18 so the kid has a name that fits its personality


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