your guess is as good as mine @fulltimewannabe - Tumblr Blog

ios10emojis

x

last week i was chatting with one of my coworkers about the restaurants in the area and he mentioned there's a place with amazing churros that he orders lunch from sometimes and i kinda laughed and said i've never had a churro but i've always wanted to try one because they look so fantastically decadent and i kinda joked that it's on my bucket list because every time i walk by a place that sells churros i think i should buy one but then i don't

i just came back to my desk after feeling really frustrated by an instrument in the lab that broke and ruined my data for the day, and found a churro wrapped in tinfoil with a sticky note on it that said "bucket list: ☑️ churro" and i'm

hawkeyedflame

i'm seriously gonna cry i had such a shit day all of my data got so fucked up and i had to spend like an hour reformatting my excel sheet but this simple kind gesture made the whole day less bad

draconym

My favorite grocery store cashier died a few months ago. I know this probably sounds like a bizarre thing to be sad about. Her name was Judith and I only saw her once or twice a week, and only while I was paying for groceries. But even now, months later, I think of her when I'm at the grocery store. She used to save the ends of receipt paper rolls when they only had a foot or two left on them and give them to me, which I never asked her to do, but the first time she did it she held one out to me and said "you look like someone who would make a craft out of this," and I laughed because she was right. I do save them to put in geocaches and letterboxes. Our small talk was about the weather and the weekend and aren't those cookies good? They're so expensive though. But it's worth it.

I'm just saying. If you ever sit around wondering whether you'd be missed if you disappeared off the face of the earth, the answer is probably yes, very much, and probably by more people than you think.

laceration-d0ll

YOUR EMAIL FINDS ME ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE

h0lyshift

Discomfort is where all the growth hides. Awkward conversations, silent rooms, starting over, showing up when you’d rather disappear. It’s where the old version of you dies a little so the new one can breathe. Comfort keeps you where you are, discomfort dares you to become.