Anyone wanna be boy best friends?

Everyone is seated at the big dinner table under the rustic chandelier whose cozy light doesn't quite reach the walls so nobody can really focus on anything except each other's faces and the conspicuously empty seat at the table. Pjackk's mom is the only one eating, tensely, as she stares at a single point in the tablecloth in front of her, while everybody else is just kind of scraping their plates, occasionally glancing at each other. Somebody mumbles "could you uh. pass the salt," followed by a "oh, yeah," and then "thank you." And then Pjackk's mom abruptly drops her fork and knife onto the plate and shouts "Enough!" And everybody flinches but in the ensuing seconds of razor sharp silence nobody dares speak up. Pjackk's mom, still staring at the spot on the table, voice trembling with rage, a decibel away from full on screaming, continues, "There has been Enough blame, and hhhhate, in this house. You think I don't know what you've been saying behind my back? Well I know. I have had it up to HERE" and she goes like this |_o_|

They shouldve put steven universe on adult swim and made rebecca sugar take shrooms & peyote it would have been dune for women #Thoughts

A long distance friend is a kind of dead wife

go listen to linger by the cranberries

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