• bellatuscana 4w

    I think of my ancestors sitting around in heaven, asking “Is she married yet?”

    I think of God himself, sitting frustratingly on top of his hands sighing, “i can’t give her what she wants. She’s not pretty enough. I don’t want her to be lonely but she’s too picky! The only guys left are needy or abusive.”

    My ancestors hold onto his arms pleading, “Please! She’s too lonely to go on! We need her to babysit the grandchildren!”