I feel like the real peril of growing up Christian that no one really talks about is how deeply veggie tales songs get embedded into your fuckin head like a ticking time bomb of inanity
it could be decades later and you’re minding your own business in line at the grocery store or on the bus or trying to fall asleep and from the depths of your brain comes “the bunny, the bunny, ooh I love the bunny”
you’ll never be free
someone, being normal: it’s time
my goblin brain:
anytime i lose my hairbrush…..yall already know whats going down
me: walking anywhere
in the depths of my hell mind, in a French accent: KEEP WALKING! butyouwon’tknockdownourwall keep walking! BUT IT ISN’T GONNA FALL!
Ten days after I turned eight
Got my lips stuck in a gate
My friends all laughed
And I just stood there til the fire department came and broke the lock with a crowbar and I had to spend the next 6 weeks in lip rehab with this guy named oscar who got stung by a bee right on the lip and we couldn’t even talk to each other til the 5th week cause both our lips were so swollen and when he did start speaking he just spoke polish and I only know like 3 words in polish except now I know 4 because oscar taught me the word for lip- “usta”
Nava 