My daughter has way more tumblr followers
than I do… than I ever would, or know how to or ever care to try.
like a ridiculous amount.
And she blogs perpetually and creatively and inappropriately and provocatively and insignificantly and spells things correctly and moves people and acts her age but never her shoe size, with passion and conviction and discipline and wanton abandon and teen angst and hormones and an unhealthy preoccupation, bordering on obsession.
And i don’t.
I’m so proud.