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Like I remember when my mom declared bankruptcy and we were going to school with a fucking slice of cheese between two pieces of bread and a Baggie of powdered milk to add water to for lunch.
I remember my mother crying at the table with bills spread out and a calculator, looking at the numbers and crying.
I remember having this jug we saved all our change in for YEARS, trying to save up for a nice vacation somewhere, and the day all of our hearts broke when we had to empty it out and roll the change up to use for gas money.
I remember being that poor. And I remember my mother taking us to McDonald’s – often.
I remember being that poor, and I remember my mother treating herself to a cup of Tim Hortons on days she just wanted to have something nice. That was my mothers “treat yourself” days. A fucking cup of god damn coffee.
So seriously? Fuck every single person who scoffs at poor people who eat fast food and grab a cup of coffee on the go.
Fuck each and every single one of you who judge the FUCK out of those people. Who the hell are you to judge?????
Anyone who thinks treating the kids to a $1 cheeseburger cuz we ain’t got shit at home is livin it up, you can fuck right off.
Did this one quick since my friends expected me to do a painting of Taro??? By the way I made his own instagram account so that I don’t need to bombard my facebook feed with his photos @taromilktea_cat #taro #cat #siberian #celinekim
In January I told Krista that Phichit was a DJ on weekends. Recent revelations have not changed my mind.
In January I told Krista that Phichit was a DJ on weekends. Recent revelations have not changed my mind.
