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@cheeseburgerclifford
“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.
A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.
I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,
“I am the manager.”
a thing for one of my favorite posts on this site
when your friends are talking about stuff you don’t understand but you still want to be part of the conversation
I’ll just leave this here
Pls reblog this guys!!
EDUCATE THE MASSES
SHARING APPROVED!! REBLOG IT
My heart sets like the sun, only for you, and my blood moves like the ocean waves when I’m with you.
aren't contact lenses just boneless glasses?
“AHkhwoo”
Replacing “Why is this happening to me?” with “What is this trying to tell me?” has been a game changer for me.
The former creates a hamster wheel, where you’ll replay the story over and over again. Victimized. Stuck.
The latter holds space for a resolution to appear.
back in freshman year of high school we had this teacher who was really fucking annoying and HATED cell phones with a fucking passion. at the beginning of the school year he had us sign this goddamned “contract” that we wouldn’t have it in class or he would confiscate it.
so this annoying douchebag kid was on his phone and the teacher went “you have to give it to me now you signed the contract” and the kid didn’t even look up and said “contracts signed by a minor are not legally binding” and continued to text. and i hated that kid but…..dare i say iconic
anyway he got detention for it but i just found out he got into law school this year
go through things. grow through things.
I can’t believe a humble security guard saved our planet from the aliens.