When I hear myself speak French, I look at myself differently. Certain aspects will feel closer to the way I feel or the way I am and others won’t. I like that—to tour different sides of yourself. I often find when looking at people who are comfortable in many languages, they’re more comfortable talking about emotional stuff in a certain language or political stuff in another and that’s really interesting, how people relate to those languages.
my mom bought me a ridiculous sized slurpee (I usually buy the small size and she bought me a x-large)
I won’t be able to finish this because I can only just finish the children’s size but it’s the thought that counts. That my mom’s trying to kill me.
Because soda makes me sick (I drink if every once in a while tho even tho it wrecks havoc on my sensitive tummy) and she went and bought me fucking 44oz of slurpee.
I’m going to store this in my freezer lmao cause………
this is not happening. But still. It made me happy.