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June 25, 2025
When I was a kid, my mom constantly invented games. The Quiet Game. The Who Can Make Their Cookie Last Longer? Game. A perennial favorite, The Marshmallow Game involved eating marshmallows while wearing puffy Goodwill jackets indoors, to avoid turning on the heat. The Flashlight Game was what we played when the electricity went out. We never walked anywhere—we raced. The floor was nearly always lava. The primary purpose of pillows was building forts.
I love this.. Even though they were poor, at least she grew up with an awesome childhood. I love how her mom turned their issues into games for her
He thought I’d cheated. He was sitting there, staring me down, and I’d never felt less seen.
THAT FAXING CHIPHEAD CAN GO STRAIGHT TO ELF AND EAT A BAG OF DUCKS!!!
I’d gone to school with the same kids my whole life. I was wallpaper.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that not knowing was a liability, like standing on train tracks but not knowing which direction the train was coming from.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” she whispered finally, “but I think he might be God.”