My grandma must have bought this box of biscuits just enough times to manufacture in me the expectation of biscuits each time I opened it, but not quite enough times to persuade me that I wasn’t the victim of some cruel illusion, some precocious debilitating memory disease leading me to think it contained anything else than thread and needles.
My grandma gaslit me
oo la la laaaa 🎵 it’s the natural la that the reddfug.ees bri-iiing
Sounds like you need to open a dictionary ! It’s one of those big, stern books. Books are those stacks of paper bound together on one side.
No way, really ? I really thought it was always white and gold. This cannot be the same dress, I do not trust my eyes anymore
Graphic ? meaning you’re picturing it mentally ? that’s you lacking control over your own brain
Confidential Lake
I hope he’s better now and stopped stabbing people and jamming his arm into barbed wire