As a good example of who I am as a friend, this one time multisensory, inara-serras and I were talking about friendship proofs like “if I murdered someone and asked you guys for help, how’d you react”, right?
We both concluded that the wisest thing would be to call multisensory cause he’d get us out from trouble without a trial and he’d know the right people to hide the evidence (he’s skilled that way) but then inara-serras went like:
“If I called you, I bet you’d help be hide the body but you’d give me hell for it.”
“WHAT-WERE-YOU-THINKING-LARA?IS-THIS-HOW-YOU-PLAN-TO-RUIN-YOUR-LIFE? I KNEW YOU’D DO IT, I KNEW IT, IT WAS A MATTER OF TIME, REALLY. ALL YOU DO IS CAUSE ME TROUBLE, NOW YOU’VE GONE AND DONE IT. PASS ME THAT SHOVEL. THIS IS SO TYPICAL OF YOU, I CLOSE MY EYES FOR A SECOND AND BOOM, YOU KILL A DUDE. LOOK AT YOUR CHOICES, GO TO A CORNER AND THINK OF WHAT YOU DID, MISSY!”
And that’s essentially me as friend. That’s literally how I give romantic advice tbh.
I don’t know if I should be offended or not but a friend of mine posted this comic on facebook and added “This reminds me of Thaís”.
I guess it would be less offensive if all my other friends hadn’t liked the status.
WEEE ARE NEVER EVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHEEER
I also have this aunt who looks like a version of me from the future. We are literally the same person except she’s older and rich and it’s scary.
Still on the subject of genetics, this old picture has ended up on a debate of whether she looked more like my sister or me (the answer is easy: my sister, they are literally the same person) but here I’ll just use it to illustrate how genetics suck cause my mom was flaming hot as a teenager.
I’ve recently became somewhat obsessed with noticing body similarities between my family and I, like, I think everyone finds that cool but I’m a very recessive gene and don’t look a lot like my parents as opposed to my brother and my sister who are carbon copies. So far, I’ve noticed I have my grandfather feet (with long toes), my mum’s chubby fingers though my hand is shaped like my father’s female side of the family and my grandmother’s nails - like, I literally have the same type of nails my grandma has.
My father says my eyes are my most particular feature cause they are very uncommon (a lot of people comment on my eyes being “ripped” or “turned upside”) and he says they look like his great grandma’s or something who was Spanish or something like that. My nose is from my mother’s side and it still has Turkish notes (as in bird-like) and my fair hair and fair eyes that look nothing like my parents at all is also from my father’s side since most female women there were born blond and green eyed despite no one in the previous generation being like that. I skipped the green eyes and my blond hair is darker than my cousin’s.
It may not sound interesting but, you see, genetics in Brazil where races are so mixed and in a family as big as mine is complicated to trace. I can see that my brother and I sorta look alike and I can see myself in my sister sometimes but can we please talk about how, at first, you really can’t tell we are related at all?
This picture also proves the point I was making last night about me having huge breasts.
There was also a Superman can that I’m terribly sorry I didn’t buy cause then I could have called it Clark Canned.
So, like I said before, my mom and I are redoing my room and we are buying tons of cute decoration stuff. Last week, I acquired this adorable Wonder Woman can for my makeup brushes:
It came with some rolled up paper inside and turns out it was a paper craft version of the invisible jet AND LOOK AT HOW HAPPY DIANA LOOKS.
things that would be cool: if I happened to fall in love and/or date a guy whose last name was Earth (the Portuguese form of Earth is moderately common in Brazil as a surname) ‘cause then we’d be Uranus and Gaia.
And I’d take a third guy on all of your dates to cockblock us.
Serious, meaningful post about what it means to be alive and to be a human followed by two pictures of a turtle rapping.
Hello, I’m Thatu.
I’m a person.
It’s not often that it hits me that I’m a person, you know? I go by my day like it’s no big deal and I do things and say things and eat hings but then, out of nowhere, I become very aware that I’m a person.
The first thought is that I’m a huge concept: I’m memories and tastes and opinions and other people’s opinions. There are other humans out there who have strong opinions about me, who either love me or dislike me or are just ok with my company and they have an image of me and I have no idea what that is . Someone out there who I think is amazing or who I don’t really care about, maybe, has a strong point of view towards how I handle my life or how my sense of humor works. Someone I just met may think the fact that I blink every time I turn my head is particularly creepy - I’m a huge concept, I’m unending and expansive because everyone else is also really big and see me with their giant eyes full of history. How scary is this? How wonderful too?
And then, the second thought is that I’m a person. And people are humans and humans are animals and we are hot blooded and we can die easily for our skin is fragile and we don’t live all that long if you think about it. And we need food and water and we execrate fluids and we pick partners based on patterns just like all other animals and we mate and it’s all just as scary but way less infinite.
And then I take a deep breath and I realize “wow, I’m a person” and go back to do whatever it is that I’m doing.
thatu replied to your photo: i don’t know what u expected
Do a me version and make me reject myself in both sexes because I’m disgusted by me.
thatu stars in a kawaii desu desu involving herself as both romantic main leads that’s sure to make ur kokoro go doki doki and i love u wife xoxoxo