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nbcthegoodplace

This is the ONLY Valentine’s gift idea.

fslut

One of the best parts of having a toddler in your life that can navigate YouTube is they find some wild shit

bigleoenergy

So were just gonna sit and pretend this doesnt SLAP??

fslut

Oh i would never claim this wasn't the bop of the century. I have taste

candiikismet

Oh yeah. This goes off honey

beyoncessweat

EAR YOUR HEART OUT JOJO SIWA

I have four closets in my new apartment and a pantry.

I’m gonna cry

notallmensheviks

the only real victims of cancel culture were the dixie chicks

I’m moving for the first time in four years, and i forgot how much i hate moving 😭

stars-bean

Miss Congeniality (2000) dir. Donald Petrie

outofcontextarthur

destinytomoon-deactivated202006

BYE

broad-city-baby

sovietshopaholic

me when people act like friends being married at my age is normal

onlytwitterpics

swdyww-deactivated20210428

Wow

favoritelatina

Triggered

ray-marisha

sincerelyafrica

So a friend of mine told me how yesterday his coworker died on the way to work due to speeding and crossed a red light (she was late for the third time, so I’m guessing she was trying to avoid a write up). As soon as she crossed the light she was hit on the drivers side by a semi. The messed up part is that in less than an hour her table was cleared for a new worker. In less than 4 hours they had sent out the news that they are hiring. By the end of the day the hiring manager had contacted 4 people for an interview. Moral of the story is, these jobs don’t care about your ass. They will replace you in a snap. Don’t risk or waste your life trying to go above and beyond for a job that could care less about your wellbeing.

14kgoldsoul

I always say this. The job stays and you Go.

2glassesofchianti

Bet your ass I reblog this.

moldyjunk

@thunderflan

inkskinned

there will be a moment when you realize you are more grown up than your parents are. this is the loss of childhood, my love. it is when you’re standing in the kitchen and one of your parents is screaming about something and you recognize: you will let them win the fight not because you are wrong, but simply because you know that they will keep shouting unless you drop the subject. you expect them to have childish understandings of things. they will hold onto their concept of the world as if it was not a changing thing. they must be right, and they must be somehow more right than you, always, in everything. their idea of control is so necessary to who they are that you just let it go.

this is the moment. you are 11 or 17 or 21. and you realize that you’re more mature than they ever were.

and in some odd, sad way, this frees you. where they have stagnated, you continue.