I used to make fun of my mom for liking cheesy things like this:





















but, sadly, i totally get it now...
Of all the weird shit i've been going through lately, nothing has made me feel better like my best friend/extended family.
I don't even have to talk to her about the problem, simply talking to her rids me of whatever emotion is pummeling at me.
At what point did an inner shift take place to where that shit made sense?
I feel like my grandma looking at scripture with animal backgrounds.

Mental dive, there goes my good feeling :/