My dad credits this as his favorite photo of me.
When I was younger, I was very socially anxious. I hated crowds, hated attention, hated being up on stage. In preschool there was this little Halloween show that we put on, and man, I did not want to do that shit, let me tell you. All those parents watching me sing some stupid song? Nah, that ain’t me.
But I was forced to, and I was pissed about it. My dad was in the audience, taking pictures and enjoying the show. In that moment, I swear, my tiny four year old was pure rage and resentment. I felt the word “fuck” years before I knew what it was.
My dad pointed the camera at me, and I turned, and I looked. I gave him the look that summed up all the anger, all the absolute fury that was brewing inside me. He says that he had never before seen such a perfect depiction of total and complete hatred. In his four year old son.
To this day whenever I get pissed, he calls me “Buzz Lightyear”.
story featuring a city where it’s cloudy and rains almost all the time but instead of being stereotypically gloomy and grim, it’s lively and colorful and people party hard indoors and decorate the streets with colorful strings of lights. umbrellas are major fashion accessories and nobody is caught dead without one. festivals are all held indoors except for rain parades. everyone has massive gardens. its awesome.
like do not talk shit about bob’s burgers it’s a portrayal of a really odd family of kind of gross people with embarrassing as fuck habits but they loVE each other and they’re actually decent to each other??? like tina has the whole “friendfiction” thing and she’s really odd but the parents react reasonably toward her and she’s never endlessly teased for it, the parents have a GREAT relationship, i just
bob’s burgers is a great fucking show don’t u dare talk shit about it