I can never tell if my demons are feeding me lies or telling me the truth.
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@goddessoftheghetto
I can never tell if my demons are feeding me lies or telling me the truth.
Why are middle aged women posting life advice memes with pictures of minions on them? What is the correlation between minions and self improvement? Am I over thinking this?
So an amazing thing happened to me today.
Today was probably one of the worst I’ve had in a while. I got no sleep last night, worked about 13ish hours, 8 of which was at MOD during the pre-PAX rush. I had to deal with a lot of people I didn’t want to deal with today and my anxiety had reached its peak about halfway through my day.
But the difference between today and most other bad days was that I kept a positive attitude. I was kind to customers. I didn’t make snide remarks under my breath. I kept my head high and the pizzas coming.
I was making a gentleman’s pizza and decided to strike up an conversation with him, as I noticed he had pins from previous years at PAX. I told him how I wished I was going and that I hope he had a good time. Then he asked me why I wasn’t going; was it work or because I didn’t have passes? I told him “a little of both but mostly the second thing”. He then told me that he had extra passes for all 4 days that he wasn’t going to use and that he’d like me to have them. I was speechless and honestly a bit skeptical, but I told him “Thank you so much! You don’t know how much this means to me!” Sure enough after I rung him up (I comped his meal) he approached me with the passes. I wanted to cry. Hell I did cry a little.
But I learned something today. Even when things are at their absolute worst and you feel as though everything is falling apart, blessings STILL happen. Something in the universe made me speak to that man and something compelled him to give me those passes. And I don’t care how or why it happened, all I can really say is thank you, fellow nerd. You don’t know how much you have improved my outlook on life. And I also want to say that you should always be kind to those you meet, because you never know who could be on the other side of your kitchen line and what blessings you could have to offer one another.
#PAXWest #PAX #Blessed #RandomActsOfKindness
shoutout to Facebook trying to erase history
well this is awkward and ahistorical af
Thought I was the only one who was somewhat enraged by this.
Trump is a piece of shit fyi. NYC, NY.
Donald Dump
Afropunk Festival, Day 1 (part 1) was lit.
Nike LeBron XII EXT “Finish Your Breakfast”
some kid: just drop your trash on the floor it’ll be picked up that’s what the cleaners are paid for
me: my mama said we can’t be friends anymore effective right now immediately
But that IS what they’re paid for you fucking idiot. *clap clap* fantastic morals, well done, you’re a real hero for looking out for the fucking cleaners
happy 9th birthday!!
A 9 year old would drop shit on purpose. When I drop shit, I leave it for the cleaners because that is their job.
How pathetic of a person do you have to be to think it’s acceptable to drop your garbage on the floor instead of walking to a fucking trashcan because your logic is “the janitors specifically get paid to clean up my lazy ass!!” The messes they get paid to clean aren’t messes created deliberately just for them by a sad asshole.
This makes me so mad bc like a lot of places dont even have janitors or housekeeping or whtever they have staff who work there and have to clean the occasional mess as one of the many fucking things they do (like when im at work if im cleaning up your shit there is something else i’m not doing). Also a janitor isn’t just there to sweep your garbage off the ground. They have other cleaning routines that are meant to take up pretty much all of their time. Their jobs are to sweep and change trash and wipe down hard surfaces and vacuum and mop and all this other shit. And guess what? If they’re maintenance they have even more jobs to do. So fuck you if you think your ass is so precious you don’t need to take 2 fucking seconds to clean up your own goddamn mess. Even if someone else does it for you I can guarantee it will sit there for a fucking while before they get the chance to take care of it so nice job being the crumby asshole who left their filth for other people, who don’t work there, to deal with.
As a custodian, I can confirm that I do not have time to clean up after you lazy mother fuckers anymore than I already do. I'm too busy vaccuming, mopping, scrubbing and dusting LITERALLY EVERY FUCKING SURFACE in the building and yes, picking up your pop can or cleaning up your spill that you failed to clean up or even REPORT takes up extra time that I simply don't have. And I'm just part time custodial, you can't even imagine the shit our head custodian has to put up with. Don't be a dick. If you wouldn't make a mess in your own house without cleaning it up after, why do it somewhere else?
Doesn’t matter how old you are, hands will be dealt if needed.
I think the best way to describe the constant state of irritation that stems from depression is to compare it to a hang nail that you've bitten off. Every time anything even so lightly touches it, it stings. Even when you try to make it better by rinsing it off and putting ointment and a bandage on it, it stings. No matter what touches it, it fucking STINGS.
Ignorance is bliss, consciousness is rage.
Can't tell if socially awkward or just hate 80% of people.
Pro Tip
If you're gonna crack jokes or try to bag on me, make sure I actually like you first. Cuz otherwise the clap back might catch you off guard.