
GIF or JIF?
One of the many things I find waaaay too annoying for what they’re worth is the mispronunciation of the acronym “GIF”.
So, let’s finally answer this life mystery question & let’s do it with logic.
Knowledge. Beauty. Soul.
One of the many things I find waaaay too annoying for what they’re worth is the mispronunciation of the acronym “GIF”.
So, let’s finally answer this life mystery question & let’s do it with logic.
Red lipstick? No, too dark… Pink? Too bright… Douce fumée de Canelle , this one is perfect!
WTF. Who comes up with lipstick names? I bet it’s a bunch of teens on the weeds.
Anyways.
I was getting ready to meet up with a friend, when I get his text message:
-Sure, I don’t mind meeting you at the bar, but I must let you know: I won’t drink alcohol! You can have some, of course… just not for me! 🙂
… URGH fucking great. A fucking alcoholic.
I’m often told you’re really lucky to have the mum you have. To which I (always) replied Yeah, yeah, I know… I hadn’t realized before it wasn’t said just to be nice: they truly meant it. You rob the hearts of everyone you meet. Of course I have always loved you, mama… but as I’m watching the machines beeping next to you, my heart is sinking. If I could take all your pain away and put it on me instead, I would do it in a heartbeat… we all would. You are our home. You are our north star.
You just woke up to ask me if I had eaten. It’s unbelievable that no matter how you’re feeling, you still find a way to forget yourself and think about us.
We take too many things for granted; especially mothers. We forget to smell the roses, we just Instagram them. We urge to record memories on moments we didn’t even truly enjoy, because we were busy publishing them. We write big paragraphs of mother’s love on social media, while mum is cooking dinner by herself, again. It’s all so…. fake.
I wanted to tell you how much you have inspired me to be a better person and all those Hallmark things you’re supposed to say on mother’s day, but I can’t help thinking about more… so, from the bottom of my heart;
Mum,
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Sunday, April 3rd, 2016: I woke up with a big smile on my face despite my headache, because I had an awesome birthday celebration with my girl friends the night before. I’m spending the day relaxing recovering, having a massage and then, supper with my family. I was drinking my coffee and reading the news, looking forward to my awesome day, until I read the headline:
I’m going to be honest, I was pretty pissed off. First, because I’m trying to keep my faith in the good of this world, and things like this upset me for the average honest citizen (myself included), for my parents that I’ve seen bust their butts off to send us to school. Also, because today was relaxing day and… It’s just… I already had a headache, I didn’t really need another one. Regardless, I’m too curious to let this go: I spent my Sunday morning reading about the infamous Panama Papers. I still had an amazing time with my family and all, if you’re curious.
So… What the fuck are the Panama Papers? Let me explain, but I’m warning you: if you’re struggling to pay rent or tuition, if you’re an honest citizen, if you saw your parents work hard to provide for you, if you work hard for your goals, if you pay your taxes, this shit will not make you happy. This seems straight from Hollywood. It’s so fucked up.
I just finished writing my last love notes for all my loved ones. I hugged my dog for as long as I could. I called my mom to tell her I loved her. Oh, dear mother! How will I tell you? I am trembling, I can’t breathe and I’m sweating. This is it: I might not make it. Thoughts are racing through my mind… all those dreams and goals I have not yet accomplished… I had such a short life…. but if I must go, I will go with pride and love. Tears are going down my cheeks.-Why? I don’t know. My time has come. I must face the music now.
-Liliana? Please come with me, the doctor has your results now.
Be brave. I whisper to myself. Ask him to be direct and to tell you the truth without sugar coating it. You need to know, so you can prepare yourself.
-Hi Liliana! You have a mild seasonal flu. Get some over the counter cough syrup and you’re on bed rest for two days. You’ll feel better tomorrow. Have a nice day!
Oh.
What is love? I’m talking romantic love. Lots of you us are afraid of the scientific definition of love because we’re scared it’s going to take away the magic, mystery and beauty of it, but anything psychological is processed through our brains neurochemically and neuroelectrically… including love. And you know, just because you know all the ingredients to make delicious food, it doesn’t mean it won’t taste as good when you eat it.
Option 1: you can always ask that annoying couple. We all know one, don’t lie. You know what i’m talking about… and if you don’t know one, sorry to break it to you, but you and your annoying glue stick are probably it. The type that writes a weekly 10 pages novel on how much i love you my little cuddly-wuddly peach on each other’s public timeline. OMG and the WORSE: The joint Facebook account. –What. The. Fuck. IS. THAT. shit. SERIOUSLY.
-Hiiiii my little baby munchkin pumpkin, I love you so much little pea
-I love YOU more little angel muffin baby-bugga-boo-boo
-buuuuut I love you MORE my tiny little firefly glazed with Himalayan marmelade
-Noooooo, i looove youuuu even MOREEE cuddle bunny buttercup cake of my heart
…Eat shit.