My grandmother is a bitter old crab with nothing good to say about anything, but she does have a few good stories. She confronted the woman my grandfather had been cheating on her with - this other woman had no idea he was married, and was righteously angry.
The two of them schemed together. My grandfather’s mistress drove her convertible to the construction site where he was working. As he approached the car, she said, “Why didn’t you tell me you were married?”
“Married?! I’m not married!” he said.
My grandmother sat up in the back seat, where she’d been lying down, and said, “You won’t be for much longer.”
HOLY SHIT
did your grandmother and the mistress become good friends because that would make a fantastic film
imagine if in the future tumblr blogs had been archived and stored by name so your future relatives could look up your blog to see what kinda content was popular in the early 21st century and what their great great grammy was up to and they see a userbox from this blog that says ‘this user wants danny devito to lay eggs inside them’ imagine that. technology is amazing
if you, a white person, “stopped caring about racism” bc a person of color pissed you off
then guess what?
you never truly cared and you’re also a racist
Is your biggest fear fast reblogging to the wrong Tumblr? Good news: We added an undo button on the confirmation bar. Just one less thing to worry about. Now you can focus on spiders.
Kindness is often mistaken for softness and let me tell you, friends….that is a mistake you don’t want to make.
Kind people are not born that way, they do not stumble into it, kind people are forged in fire and darkness and imploding stars…they have steel cores. Throw a punch and you’re going to break your hand.
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
