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.

slayboybunny:

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

tungstens:

we all have a favorite eyebrow

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embarrassmental:

narcotic:

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

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