funny gal, my mom.
so these two copies of a picture taken at dormal (oh, the memories) have been rotting in my wallet since… idk, april? usually, everytime i get poses, i always give one copy to my mom, one copy to my dad, and one for myself. when my mom picked me up from my apartment, i decided that it was the perfect time to give her a copy.
this is how the conversation went:
<3: here mom!
M: what’s this?…
<3: a copy of the picture i took from dormal.
M: is this your boyfriend?
<3: MOM I DON’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND. BOYS DON’T LIKE ME.
M: are you sure?
<3: mom, this one could potentially be gay.
M: oh, that’s good. because every time you have a partner to a dance, the next thing you know, you have a boyfriend.
i loff my mahder 
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