#you ruined them #the three of them you ruined them completely #you made them into soldiers without really giving them the weapons they needed #you asked too much of all of them #and you never gave them the one thing they should have been given #and that is YOUR FUCKING RESPECT TYWIN #WHY DID YOU NEVER RESPECT YOUR CHILDREN #THEY DISAPPOINTED YOU #BUT HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHY TYWIN
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
an unending list of my favorite films » Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003)
Those of you lucky enough to have your lives, take them with you. However, leave the limbs you’ve lost. They belong to me now.