Dreams & False Alarms

this is embarassingly accurate

coldplums:

“You grew up to have an affinity for lovely things, a possibly inflated sense of your own uniqueness, a teensy hint of self-righteousness (remember how she refused tea when they raised the tea tax? “Thank you, I shall take no tea!”), and a latent familiarity with Colonial Williamsburg.” (i’m pretty sure you all know exactly what this refers to)

I belong to the bitter last category (“no American Girl Doll”). This deprivation, coupled with the fact that my younger sister did get an American Girl Doll, along with the millions of salt particles in my wound, like the cunning little bedroom set and the special outfits, still comes up at least once a year in my family. There are no appropriate reparations that could ever be made to me.

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