Bruna, 20. I like tv shows, musicals, and crying over fictional characters. Multifandom mess. // studyblr: brunastudies
You want to help her? You got to get inside his. What’s his story? What’s his next move going to be? Now, you figure that out, and we’ll find her.
You get one free pass. This, was it. You do not get another. Like it or not, you are the famous child of the most famous man on earth. And it may not be fair and it may not be right and it’s definitely sexist - if you were a boy they’d be giving you high-fives. But you’re not. So your knees are gonna have to stay together.
#basically the premise of the entire show#but some people still don’t seem to grasp that (via tragichearts)
I think it’s admirable, what you’re doing. Helping the wife of the man you love.
Children die, Mrs. Grant. I don’t have children, so you may think it’s horrible for me to say that, and maybe it is, but it’s also a fact. That of all the millions of Americans who will be watching and listening to the State of the Union address tonight, there are thousands of people out there whose children have died, just like yours. But unlike you, they didn’t get to spend three months flipping through trash and eating potato chips. They got three days to grieve, three weeks if they were lucky, or they would lose their jobs. And make no mistake, Mrs. Grant, you have a job. You’re the First Lady of the United States, and it might not pay, but it is a job.