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@desmondandhisbarrow
OH I FORGOT. I SAW THE GREATEST CAR IN THE WORLD WHEN I WAS COMING BACK FROM THE JOB INTERVIEW I DID TODAY
I got the job I had interviewed for in this post and they started me at $13/hr and a guaranteed 20 hours a week thanks everyone for their support in the notes abt the job interview itself and no thanks to the people who said it was cursed
Reblog the X3 HEWWO car of career success. Reblog for a decent job
SAY X3 HEWWO TO CAREER SUCCESS AND GOOD VIBES
X3 HEWWO
there are a lot of new queen fans now so im legally obligated to show you my favourite queen related video of all time
tbh i am disgusted that ariana grande had to actually disable her comments on twitter because so many people are blaming her for mac millers death from an overdose. like yes his death is immensely tragic and alcohol and drugs are a huge issue in society today but ariana was in no way obligated to stay with someone who was toxic for her health and well-being. and the people who are saying that it was her job to stay and âtake care of himâ and âsave himâ can fucking rot
People have NO idea how mind breaking it is to be in a relationship or even just simply be around someone who constantly abuses drugs. No one leaves because they donât care. They leave for their own mental sanity and theyre right to do so.
HOLY FUCKSHIT
I WANT IT
dude thatâs only 299 dollars for 299 dollars you could make ur living room the SICKEST living room anyone has ever been in, or will ever be in, in their ENTIRE GODDAMN LIVES
My DM wants our group to pitch in like $50 to get this thing for our game nights.
It also has a built in fog machine as well, in case you were unsure still.
Itâs available at Home Depot right now btw
Good idea?
BEST idea.Â
Please remember to properly vent, fog machines indoors can be dangerous for people with breathing issues.Â
Other than that ⊠HELL YEAH GET THAT SICK ASS DRAGON!
Delicious. Finally some good fucking home improvement.
If I had the space and the money.
@king-moron
chibis collectionâŠâŠ i finished, finally:)
henry the fuckin baby boomer that left school at 13 to go work in a mill and bought a house for a can of soda and a firm pat on the ass in 1979 just got his dick ripped off by a komodo dragon and i for one, could not be happier
i have zero recollection of posting this but this is officially my mood for 2018
in case you were wondering if anyone will remember your random acts of kindness:
when i was in kindergarten, i met a boy named jordan. i donât remember meeting him. i remember knowing him when, one day before dismissal, he came up and asked if he could be my friend. i was a painfully shy kid, and he was friendly and fun and talked a lot, so i said yes. we were the kind of friends that kindergarteners are: buddies during snack time, sharing the best crayons when we colored, and never even thinking that it could go outside of the walls of our school. it was fine. it was great. i had a friend. heâs the first friend i ever made on my own. heâs the first person who made me realise that i could.
my next clear memory of jordan comes when i was in fourth grade. in the morning, i was talking to kristen, who was one of my only friends at that point. she was looking forward to gym, because it was dodgeball day. i was not; i was always picked last in gym class, no matter who the team captains were. you donât pick the slow-moving kid with glasses if you want to win, and grade-schoolers can be cruel. jordan heard, though; i remember that, because i remember him looking at me as i pointed out how much i wasnât looking forward to gym, and i remember my cheeks burning because this popular kid heard about my problems.
we had lunch, and math, and finally gym to round out the day. gym, and dodgeball, and riley being one captain, and jordan being the other. and jordan, who won the coin toss, who got his pick of any kid in our class, picking me first. he didnât even hesitate. he called my name, he pointed to me, and he smiled at me when i walked up to stand next to him. when riley laughed and picked derek for his team and taunted jordan about how he was going to lose, jordan laughed right back and told him that with me on his team, he was definitely going to win. (i donât remember if we won or not. we probably didnât. all i remember is not hating dodgeball for one day, and that was enough.)
fast-forward another few years, to another gym class in another school. we were doing baseball, which was my own personal hell in seventh grade. my eyesight hadnât gotten any better, and i was too tall, too skinny, too out of touch with how to move my limbs to possibly make the bat and the ball connect. rules were rules, though, and no matter how far back in the batting line i stood, nobody was allowed to go back in the building until everyone had a chance. i made myself last every chance i could, because by that point anyone who was interested in the sport had gotten their fill and wandered away, and it didnât matter that i stuck my elbows out and hunched over the plate and swung and swung and swung at balls that kept whizzing by me and smacking into the fence.
this day, though, this day was the worst day, because i had to be in the middle of the lineup. i donât remember why; i only remember the sick feeling in my stomach, the feeling that the class would laugh at me as i stood there praying i didnât move the wrong way and get hit with the ball. when i got up to home plate, i grabbed the bat and stood there and stared at the pitching mound, and jordan smiled back at me. i was clearly nervous; it was no secret that i hated gym, wasnât any good at it. there were two kids on bases in the field, and someone in the back made a comment about striking me out; one of the kids on base groaned about how he was just going to steal home. jordan kept smiling as he walked off the mound, came up next to me, and quietly asked if he could show me how to hold the bat, how to stand. he demonstrated how to swing, and told me to just try to hit it gently. âjust like this,â he said, and held the bat out in front of himself. bunting. i knew the name, even if iâd never been able to pull it off before. âhold it there. youâll hit the ball.â
i nodded. i didnât care. i wanted it to be over with.
he walked back to the mound, looked back and me, and then took a few steps forward. âjust like i said,â he told me, and i nodded again. he tossed the ball very gently, and i held the bat out, and miracle of miracles, i bunted the ball. ârun, run,â he yelled, making a ridiculous dive for the ball, kicking it out of the way of any of the outfielders who were catching on and heading for it. âfirst base!â
i ran. i made it to first base. i laughed, because i had never been able to do that before, and jordan turned and smiled at me before returning to the mound and striking out the next three people at bat, one right after the other.
now consider this: i met jordan almost twenty-five years ago. i remember these things, these small kindnesses, the things he didnât have to do but did anyway. he probably doesnât remember doing any of them. he probably doesnât even remember me, at this point, and thatâs fine. i remember his kindness when there wasnât a ton to be had, and i remember him smiling when everyone else was laughing at me.
kindness matters. thanks for being kind, jordan. and to everyone else who has been kind, to me or to someone else: thank you, too. your kindness is noted, is appreciated, is remembered.
Iâm not crying youâre crying
in grade 11 i was on the phone w this boy i wanted and i owed him a favour or something so i was like âit can be anything you wantâ and he was like âanything?â and im like ya thats what i fuckin said and he goes âcan you explain to me how a fridge works? like how does it stay coldâ
sorry i have bubonic plague i canât hang out tonight
aw rats
Quit putting essays on my dash do you think I have eyes
Interviewer: So, Mr Loaf...
Meat Loaf: please, call me meat
just putting this out there but if someone points out something youâre doing has racist/homophobic/transphobic vibes, you dont have to defend what youâre doing, you can literally just say âoh, i did not realise that, im sorry, i wont do that againâ like we all have internalised things we do that are offensive without us realising.. just say sorry and work on it. theres no need to defend
