lord take all of my pain and sufferig and give it to elon musk
we're not kids anymore.
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@depression-glass
lord take all of my pain and sufferig and give it to elon musk
I’d work harder at my job if I knew it mattered but my job is literally just replacing all the brown seeds in watermelons with black seeds and I feel like it’s just so draining and pointless. no one can really tell and they’re just paying me to keep up some ridiculous conception people have about watermelon. guess what folks - they’re naturally brown!!
real snitch hours if you a narc hit that like
alright light em up vinny
The Boston Globe, Massachusetts, February 28, 1940
Is there anything sadder than the little chunk of Kikis Delivery Service when Kiki says “I used to really like flying before it was my job” and then gets so burned out that her magic stops working and she cant talk to Jiji anymore and she tries so hard to FORCE the magic that she breaks her mothers broom and stays up all night, alone, trying to make a new one and crying?
And I know it is all ok in the end- Kiki has friends who look out for her and she takes care of herself and finds her place.
But fuck, those 20 minutes just hurt my heart so much.
don't care didn't ask plus this hole you put me in wasn't deep enough and i'm climbing out right now
People: “what happens after death? Must we truly be judged for an existence of afterlife with but a measly 80 years of Earthtly-experience? Could heaven truly be so unfairly tailored?”
All other animals: I pissed on that so it’s mine. I love to shit!!!!!
“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.” -Walt Whitman
my ancestors seeing me shrug off a diarrhea session
opening up tumblr to the mass celebration of the queen's death
Ray Liotta on working with Miss Piggy.
Poor Kermit
hate how links change color after you click em like theyre dirty now
what is life? a never ending micromanagement hell?
there is a dish inmy sink :(
finally someone put it into words
saw this earlier and it made me want to die
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