who doesn’t love a creepy clown, wolf cult, and secrets revealed?? very excited about tonight’s episode of #legacies
It’s with a heavy heart I share the sad news that my beloved Grandma Debbie has passed away from covid. She was such an inspiration and companion to me and I wanted to share some of my words from her memorial. . On Sunday January 10, you moved on; feels cosmic as Sundays were typically our days together. I can’t bear the thought that it wasn’t your time, so I wont indulge that thought. Not yet. . I know you felt all the love and luck of having such a close family. I know you were still deeply grieving the loss of Grandpa Tom and that nothing could fully fill that void. But we sure tried, didn’t we? You and I shared so much. I deeply looked forward to seeing you on those Sundays, where I could unabashedly share my worries and excitements about the world; where I could speak openly; where I could sip sake too early in the day; where you would run lines with me for an audition that I was ill prepared for; where I could play you new iterations of Grasshapa songs; where you’d tell me about the 900 page book about the civil war you were rereading; where we would take way too long weighing all the options of where in Long Beach we’d eat; where we’d watch movies at the house, too many to count. . I remember you telling me about the convent. About only being allowed to watch two television programs: Bishop Fulton Sheen and Hop Along Cassidy. About you never seeing another Asian person until you were a teen. About how the nuns encouraged you to be with someone “like you.” About how for “fun” you had to clean the statue’s feet. About how you ran away with two other girls, which always impressed me. About how you left at 14 and survived 7 foster homes. About how lucky you felt to find Tom. About how you two were inseparable. I’m comforted by the thought of you reunited with him now. . I’ll miss being at restaurants with you. I’ll miss bringing you one ripe avocado every time I visited. I’ll miss talking about history with you; the hardships people go through. I’ll miss you surprising me with beautiful moments from the past; I’ll miss our Sundays, sharing time and space together. But as I press forward in this world, I will carry you with me, always. . Love you GMA
It’s with a heavy heart I share the sad news that my beloved Grandma Debbie has passed away from covid. She was such an inspiration and companion to me and I wanted to share some of my words from her memorial. . On Sunday January 10, you moved on; feels cosmic as Sundays were typically our days together. I can’t bear the thought that it wasn’t your time, so I wont indulge that thought. Not yet. . I know you felt all the love and luck of having such a close family. I know you were still deeply grieving the loss of Grandpa Tom and that nothing could fully fill that void. But we sure tried, didn’t we? You and I shared so much. I deeply looked forward to seeing you on those Sundays, where I could unabashedly share my worries and excitements about the world; where I could speak openly; where I could sip sake too early in the day; where you would run lines with me for an audition that I was ill prepared for; where I could play you new iterations of Grasshapa songs; where you’d tell me about the 900 page book about the civil war you were rereading; where we would take way too long weighing all the options of where in Long Beach we’d eat; where we’d watch movies at the house, too many to count. . I remember you telling me about the convent. About only being allowed to watch two television programs: Bishop Fulton Sheen and Hop Along Cassidy. About you never seeing another Asian person until you were a teen. About how the nuns encouraged you to be with someone “like you.” About how for “fun” you had to clean the statue’s feet. About how you ran away with two other girls, which always impressed me. About how you left at 14 and survived 7 foster homes. About how lucky you felt to find Tom. About how you two were inseparable. I’m comforted by the thought of you reunited with him now. . I’ll miss being at restaurants with you. I’ll miss bringing you one ripe avocado every time I visited. I’ll miss talking about history with you; the hardships people go through. I’ll miss you surprising me with beautiful moments from the past; I’ll miss our Sundays, sharing time and space together. But as I press forward in this world, I will carry you with me, always. . Love you GMA
It’s with a heavy heart I share the sad news that my beloved Grandma Debbie has passed away from covid. She was such an inspiration and companion to me and I wanted to share some of my words from her memorial. . On Sunday January 10, you moved on; feels cosmic as Sundays were typically our days together. I can’t bear the thought that it wasn’t your time, so I wont indulge that thought. Not yet. . I know you felt all the love and luck of having such a close family. I know you were still deeply grieving the loss of Grandpa Tom and that nothing could fully fill that void. But we sure tried, didn’t we? You and I shared so much. I deeply looked forward to seeing you on those Sundays, where I could unabashedly share my worries and excitements about the world; where I could speak openly; where I could sip sake too early in the day; where you would run lines with me for an audition that I was ill prepared for; where I could play you new iterations of Grasshapa songs; where you’d tell me about the 900 page book about the civil war you were rereading; where we would take way too long weighing all the options of where in Long Beach we’d eat; where we’d watch movies at the house, too many to count. . I remember you telling me about the convent. About only being allowed to watch two television programs: Bishop Fulton Sheen and Hop Along Cassidy. About you never seeing another Asian person until you were a teen. About how the nuns encouraged you to be with someone “like you.” About how for “fun” you had to clean the statue’s feet. About how you ran away with two other girls, which always impressed me. About how you left at 14 and survived 7 foster homes. About how lucky you felt to find Tom. About how you two were inseparable. I’m comforted by the thought of you reunited with him now. . I’ll miss being at restaurants with you. I’ll miss bringing you one ripe avocado every time I visited. I’ll miss talking about history with you; the hardships people go through. I’ll miss you surprising me with beautiful moments from the past; I’ll miss our Sundays, sharing time and space together. But as I press forward in this world, I will carry you with me, always. . Love you GMA
It’s with a heavy heart I share the sad news that my beloved Grandma Debbie has passed away from covid. She was such an inspiration and companion to me and I wanted to share some of my words from her memorial. . On Sunday January 10, you moved on; feels cosmic as Sundays were typically our days together. I can’t bear the thought that it wasn’t your time, so I wont indulge that thought. Not yet. . I know you felt all the love and luck of having such a close family. I know you were still deeply grieving the loss of Grandpa Tom and that nothing could fully fill that void. But we sure tried, didn’t we? You and I shared so much. I deeply looked forward to seeing you on those Sundays, where I could unabashedly share my worries and excitements about the world; where I could speak openly; where I could sip sake too early in the day; where you would run lines with me for an audition that I was ill prepared for; where I could play you new iterations of Grasshapa songs; where you’d tell me about the 900 page book about the civil war you were rereading; where we would take way too long weighing all the options of where in Long Beach we’d eat; where we’d watch movies at the house, too many to count. . I remember you telling me about the convent. About only being allowed to watch two television programs: Bishop Fulton Sheen and Hop Along Cassidy. About you never seeing another Asian person until you were a teen. About how the nuns encouraged you to be with someone “like you.” About how for “fun” you had to clean the statue’s feet. About how you ran away with two other girls, which always impressed me. About how you left at 14 and survived 7 foster homes. About how lucky you felt to find Tom. About how you two were inseparable. I’m comforted by the thought of you reunited with him now. . I’ll miss being at restaurants with you. I’ll miss bringing you one ripe avocado every time I visited. I’ll miss talking about history with you; the hardships people go through. I’ll miss you surprising me with beautiful moments from the past; I’ll miss our Sundays, sharing time and space together. But as I press forward in this world, I will carry you with me, always. . Love you GMA
It’s with a heavy heart I share the sad news that my beloved Grandma Debbie has passed away from covid. She was such an inspiration and companion to me and I wanted to share some of my words from her memorial. . On Sunday January 10, you moved on; feels cosmic as Sundays were typically our days together. I can’t bear the thought that it wasn’t your time, so I wont indulge that thought. Not yet. . I know you felt all the love and luck of having such a close family. I know you were still deeply grieving the loss of Grandpa Tom and that nothing could fully fill that void. But we sure tried, didn’t we? You and I shared so much. I deeply looked forward to seeing you on those Sundays, where I could unabashedly share my worries and excitements about the world; where I could speak openly; where I could sip sake too early in the day; where you would run lines with me for an audition that I was ill prepared for; where I could play you new iterations of Grasshapa songs; where you’d tell me about the 900 page book about the civil war you were rereading; where we would take way too long weighing all the options of where in Long Beach we’d eat; where we’d watch movies at the house, too many to count. . I remember you telling me about the convent. About only being allowed to watch two television programs: Bishop Fulton Sheen and Hop Along Cassidy. About you never seeing another Asian person until you were a teen. About how the nuns encouraged you to be with someone “like you.” About how for “fun” you had to clean the statue’s feet. About how you ran away with two other girls, which always impressed me. About how you left at 14 and survived 7 foster homes. About how lucky you felt to find Tom. About how you two were inseparable. I’m comforted by the thought of you reunited with him now. . I’ll miss being at restaurants with you. I’ll miss bringing you one ripe avocado every time I visited. I’ll miss talking about history with you; the hardships people go through. I’ll miss you surprising me with beautiful moments from the past; I’ll miss our Sundays, sharing time and space together. But as I press forward in this world, I will carry you with me, always. . Love you GMA
It’s with a heavy heart I share the sad news that my beloved Grandma Debbie has passed away from covid. She was such an inspiration and companion to me and I wanted to share some of my words from her memorial. . On Sunday January 10, you moved on; feels cosmic as Sundays were typically our days together. I can’t bear the thought that it wasn’t your time, so I wont indulge that thought. Not yet. . I know you felt all the love and luck of having such a close family. I know you were still deeply grieving the loss of Grandpa Tom and that nothing could fully fill that void. But we sure tried, didn’t we? You and I shared so much. I deeply looked forward to seeing you on those Sundays, where I could unabashedly share my worries and excitements about the world; where I could speak openly; where I could sip sake too early in the day; where you would run lines with me for an audition that I was ill prepared for; where I could play you new iterations of Grasshapa songs; where you’d tell me about the 900 page book about the civil war you were rereading; where we would take way too long weighing all the options of where in Long Beach we’d eat; where we’d watch movies at the house, too many to count. . I remember you telling me about the convent. About only being allowed to watch two television programs: Bishop Fulton Sheen and Hop Along Cassidy. About you never seeing another Asian person until you were a teen. About how the nuns encouraged you to be with someone “like you.” About how for “fun” you had to clean the statue’s feet. About how you ran away with two other girls, which always impressed me. About how you left at 14 and survived 7 foster homes. About how lucky you felt to find Tom. About how you two were inseparable. I’m comforted by the thought of you reunited with him now. . I’ll miss being at restaurants with you. I’ll miss bringing you one ripe avocado every time I visited. I’ll miss talking about history with you; the hardships people go through. I’ll miss you surprising me with beautiful moments from the past; I’ll miss our Sundays, sharing time and space together. But as I press forward in this world, I will carry you with me, always. . Love you GMA
It’s with a heavy heart I share the sad news that my beloved Grandma Debbie has passed away from covid. She was such an inspiration and companion to me and I wanted to share some of my words from her memorial. . On Sunday January 10, you moved on; feels cosmic as Sundays were typically our days together. I can’t bear the thought that it wasn’t your time, so I wont indulge that thought. Not yet. . I know you felt all the love and luck of having such a close family. I know you were still deeply grieving the loss of Grandpa Tom and that nothing could fully fill that void. But we sure tried, didn’t we? You and I shared so much. I deeply looked forward to seeing you on those Sundays, where I could unabashedly share my worries and excitements about the world; where I could speak openly; where I could sip sake too early in the day; where you would run lines with me for an audition that I was ill prepared for; where I could play you new iterations of Grasshapa songs; where you’d tell me about the 900 page book about the civil war you were rereading; where we would take way too long weighing all the options of where in Long Beach we’d eat; where we’d watch movies at the house, too many to count. . I remember you telling me about the convent. About only being allowed to watch two television programs: Bishop Fulton Sheen and Hop Along Cassidy. About you never seeing another Asian person until you were a teen. About how the nuns encouraged you to be with someone “like you.” About how for “fun” you had to clean the statue’s feet. About how you ran away with two other girls, which always impressed me. About how you left at 14 and survived 7 foster homes. About how lucky you felt to find Tom. About how you two were inseparable. I’m comforted by the thought of you reunited with him now. . I’ll miss being at restaurants with you. I’ll miss bringing you one ripe avocado every time I visited. I’ll miss talking about history with you; the hardships people go through. I’ll miss you surprising me with beautiful moments from the past; I’ll miss our Sundays, sharing time and space together. But as I press forward in this world, I will carry you with me, always. . Love you GMA
It’s with a heavy heart I share the sad news that my beloved Grandma Debbie has passed away from covid. She was such an inspiration and companion to me and I wanted to share some of my words from her memorial. . On Sunday January 10, you moved on; feels cosmic as Sundays were typically our days together. I can’t bear the thought that it wasn’t your time, so I wont indulge that thought. Not yet. . I know you felt all the love and luck of having such a close family. I know you were still deeply grieving the loss of Grandpa Tom and that nothing could fully fill that void. But we sure tried, didn’t we? You and I shared so much. I deeply looked forward to seeing you on those Sundays, where I could unabashedly share my worries and excitements about the world; where I could speak openly; where I could sip sake too early in the day; where you would run lines with me for an audition that I was ill prepared for; where I could play you new iterations of Grasshapa songs; where you’d tell me about the 900 page book about the civil war you were rereading; where we would take way too long weighing all the options of where in Long Beach we’d eat; where we’d watch movies at the house, too many to count. . I remember you telling me about the convent. About only being allowed to watch two television programs: Bishop Fulton Sheen and Hop Along Cassidy. About you never seeing another Asian person until you were a teen. About how the nuns encouraged you to be with someone “like you.” About how for “fun” you had to clean the statue’s feet. About how you ran away with two other girls, which always impressed me. About how you left at 14 and survived 7 foster homes. About how lucky you felt to find Tom. About how you two were inseparable. I’m comforted by the thought of you reunited with him now. . I’ll miss being at restaurants with you. I’ll miss bringing you one ripe avocado every time I visited. I’ll miss talking about history with you; the hardships people go through. I’ll miss you surprising me with beautiful moments from the past; I’ll miss our Sundays, sharing time and space together. But as I press forward in this world, I will carry you with me, always. . Love you GMA
It’s with a heavy heart I share the sad news that my beloved Grandma Debbie has passed away from covid. She was such an inspiration and companion to me and I wanted to share some of my words from her memorial. . On Sunday January 10, you moved on; feels cosmic as Sundays were typically our days together. I can’t bear the thought that it wasn’t your time, so I wont indulge that thought. Not yet. . I know you felt all the love and luck of having such a close family. I know you were still deeply grieving the loss of Grandpa Tom and that nothing could fully fill that void. But we sure tried, didn’t we? You and I shared so much. I deeply looked forward to seeing you on those Sundays, where I could unabashedly share my worries and excitements about the world; where I could speak openly; where I could sip sake too early in the day; where you would run lines with me for an audition that I was ill prepared for; where I could play you new iterations of Grasshapa songs; where you’d tell me about the 900 page book about the civil war you were rereading; where we would take way too long weighing all the options of where in Long Beach we’d eat; where we’d watch movies at the house, too many to count. . I remember you telling me about the convent. About only being allowed to watch two television programs: Bishop Fulton Sheen and Hop Along Cassidy. About you never seeing another Asian person until you were a teen. About how the nuns encouraged you to be with someone “like you.” About how for “fun” you had to clean the statue’s feet. About how you ran away with two other girls, which always impressed me. About how you left at 14 and survived 7 foster homes. About how lucky you felt to find Tom. About how you two were inseparable. I’m comforted by the thought of you reunited with him now. . I’ll miss being at restaurants with you. I’ll miss bringing you one ripe avocado every time I visited. I’ll miss talking about history with you; the hardships people go through. I’ll miss you surprising me with beautiful moments from the past; I’ll miss our Sundays, sharing time and space together. But as I press forward in this world, I will carry you with me, always. . Love you GMA
It’s with a heavy heart I share the sad news that my beloved Grandma Debbie has passed away from covid. She was such an inspiration and companion to me and I wanted to share some of my words from her memorial. . On Sunday January 10, you moved on; feels cosmic as Sundays were typically our days together. I can’t bear the thought that it wasn’t your time, so I wont indulge that thought. Not yet. . I know you felt all the love and luck of having such a close family. I know you were still deeply grieving the loss of Grandpa Tom and that nothing could fully fill that void. But we sure tried, didn’t we? You and I shared so much. I deeply looked forward to seeing you on those Sundays, where I could unabashedly share my worries and excitements about the world; where I could speak openly; where I could sip sake too early in the day; where you would run lines with me for an audition that I was ill prepared for; where I could play you new iterations of Grasshapa songs; where you’d tell me about the 900 page book about the civil war you were rereading; where we would take way too long weighing all the options of where in Long Beach we’d eat; where we’d watch movies at the house, too many to count. . I remember you telling me about the convent. About only being allowed to watch two television programs: Bishop Fulton Sheen and Hop Along Cassidy. About you never seeing another Asian person until you were a teen. About how the nuns encouraged you to be with someone “like you.” About how for “fun” you had to clean the statue’s feet. About how you ran away with two other girls, which always impressed me. About how you left at 14 and survived 7 foster homes. About how lucky you felt to find Tom. About how you two were inseparable. I’m comforted by the thought of you reunited with him now. . I’ll miss being at restaurants with you. I’ll miss bringing you one ripe avocado every time I visited. I’ll miss talking about history with you; the hardships people go through. I’ll miss you surprising me with beautiful moments from the past; I’ll miss our Sundays, sharing time and space together. But as I press forward in this world, I will carry you with me, always. . Love you GMA
two vamps and a werewolf walk into a forest… you know the rest 🐺 #legacies
work on your craft/forehand
stray from the pack stay on the path
stray from the pack stay on the path
stray from the pack stay on the path
stay distant and wear masks. the end is in sight. just a bit longer and we’ll get there 🙏
stay distant and wear masks. the end is in sight. just a bit longer and we’ll get there 🙏
