uwu
your stuffies hate weed and smoke a pack of menthols every day
my stuffed animals pack straight keif bowls and milk the bong until the smoke would choke a wildebeest
these bitches only existed on hallmark cards
They exist in my head and talk to each other while I drive to the.Store
your stuffies hate weed and smoke a pack of menthols every day
my stuffed animals pack straight keif bowls and milk the bong until the smoke would choke a wildebeest
“My eldest daughter, Suldana, is in love with another woman. She is eighteen and she spends her days working at our kiosk selling milk and eggs, and at night she sneaks out and goes down to the beach to see her lover. She crawls back into bed at dawn, smelling of sea and salt and perfume. Suldana is beautiful and she wraps this beauty around herself like a shawl of stars. When she smiles her dimples deepen and you can’t help but be charmed. When she walks down the street men stare and whistle and ache. But they cannot have her. Every day marriage proposals arrive with offers of high dowries but I wave them away. We never talk about these things like mothers and daughters should; but I respect her privacy and I allow her to live.”— - Diriye Osman, “Fairytales For Lost Children.”