i told my mom “i’m very successful” her response, “you’re not”. does the woman not know that 10 years ago i was making sure i wouldn’t see my 16th birthday. i turn 26 in 3 months. i have accredited certifications that she could only dream of having. i’ve worked damn near every day since i was 14 years old with a total of 8 months off in the past 12 years. i’ve traveled much farther at a much younger age than she is. to places she’s dreamed of going. i’m not “successful” because i don’t believe in the work yourself to death scheme she’s dedicated her life to. i’m not waiting till i’m old and retired to start living because why would i do that for one. i won’t be able to enjoy it then.
i am not my mother and i am not my father but a third worse thing
(via straightasawetnoodle)
i’m thinking of things maybe i shouldn’t be
interesting.
you’re not the boss of me.
or are you.
hmmm ,, no.
i have a moan in the back of my throat dying to come out.
