Amyish
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Amyish
@AmymAisme
I used to have a different account, then I added a Hanson song to a video & everything changed. Birds are evil. Pizza is the best. Vodka is excellent. 1A 🇺🇸
Chicago burbs Katılım Nisan 2019
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Chicago April 3 & 4
Nashville April 17
Charlotte April 18
Los Angeles May 4
Boston May 7, 8, & 9
Philly July 17
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@heckyessica And THIS is exactly how to handle these situations. Thank you. Preach
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Dear men:
My husband walked the outlets with me for 3 hours today. Didn't complain once or RUSH ME. Held my bags while I tired on things & made sure my drink wasn't empty. I shopped!!
I got home & took a nap. While I napped, he played his video game for HOURS uninterrupted.
Now we are getting ready to go to his favorite brewery so I can buy him beer for his beer fridge.
We both got what we wanted & most importantly we got to spend time together. A win is a win.
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@TheRealMegalito Great question. I think birds are evil and hate them.
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Amyish@AmymAisme
Recent example of a bird being a terrorist. I assure you this incident is not isolated...it happens every single day, people. #wakeup #birdsarereal #realevil
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@mrmikeMTL Child's Play 💯. When I was 5 and couldn't sleep, I snuck out of bed, sat on floor outside a room where my parents were watching it. I was engaged bc there was a kid my age and a doll...
Before I knew it Chuckie would appear in my dreams turning them to nightmares for 10 yrs
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My daughter stopped coming out of her room six months after her best friend died in a car accident. She was fourteen and the grief swallowed her whole, turned her into this ghost who only existed behind a closed door I wasn't allowed to knock on. Her therapist said to give her space, her father said to give her time, but I was watching my child disappear and nobody could tell me how to pull her back. I'd stand outside her door at night listening to her cry and feeling like the most useless mother who ever lived.
She mentioned once, months ago before everything went dark, that her friend always said if she could paint her room any color it would be hot pink because her parents would never let her. Such a small stupid thing to remember but it was the only piece of her I had left that still felt alive. I bought the paint on a Tuesday, the kind of bright aggressive pink that makes your eyes hurt, and I didn't ask permission. Just walked into her room while she was at a therapy appointment and started painting her door. When she came home she stood in the hallway staring at it and I thought I'd made a terrible mistake, crossed some line I couldn't uncross.
She touched the door and started crying, said "this was her favorite color." I told her I knew, that I remembered everything she'd ever told me even when she thought I wasn't listening. We spent the next three days painting her whole room together, barely talking but working side by side. Found custom drawer pulls and hooks in a shop in matching pink and installed them while she told me stories about her friend I'd never heard. Started a small shop myself actually, selling painted doorstops and coat hooks in wild colors, every purchase going into a fund for teen grief counseling. My daughter helped me photograph them last week and I heard her laugh for the first time in eight months. This door didn't fix everything. But it opened something between us that had been locked shut. Her friend would've loved how bright it is. My daughter says the same thing every time she comes home now. That's enough.
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@AmymAisme When the heat lamp isn't enough, some jerk cat half my size spooks me and I get to sleep inside.

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