The beach that makes you old
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The beach that makes you old
Loving the water
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it’s so stupid that you can’t think your way out of the mental health trenches. like you can know exactly what is wrong, why it’s upsetting you, and you can walk yourself through all of it logically and Understand it but your brain just responds like
The reason categorizing fanfiction by tropes works is because there's already an established setting, cast of characters, and theme in the original work, so when people write fanfics they're building sand castles in pre-existing beaches, but when you advertise your book as "sci-fi enemies to lovers where there's only one bed and also they're gay" it says nothing about what the premise is, who the characters are, or what the book is actually trying to say. That's not to say that books containing stuff like "sci-fi enemies to lovers where there's only one bed and also they're gay" can't be absolutely fantastic books, but if you only advertise by listing off tropes that are inherently cookie-cutter then you're implying (whether intentionally or not) that there's nothing interesting or memorable about the book besides smashing tropes together like you're playing with action figures.
For scientific study reasons how many bats have you removed from your house. Like the animal, not the wooden thing
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six or more
At least one every year
I never counted. I’m not really much of a math guy
Sat on the couch and screamed while someone else removed the bat
None (I will be surprised if anyone chooses this option)
Do reblog if you answer, I need a large test group. 
“Nobody wants to work” yet im over here filling out 3945867483293064359469 applications on 500 different job hunting sites, each application demanding i take a 30 minute-test to PROVE that me and my paltry resume are worth a multi-million company giving me 16 whole dollars an hour. Nobody wants to work yet 97 of the 100 applications you fill out just ghost you (because when a Boss does it, that’s just how it is. But if you ghost? Unprofessional.) or give you some pointless runaround for 3 weeks until telling you you’re not a good fit because you only have 3 years of dick-sucking experience and they want 5. Nobody wants to work? Nobody wants to invest in employees. Nobody wants to hire, nobody wants to train, nobody wants to teach anyone new skills. Nobody wants to accept that YES, some people DO work to collect a paycheck and thats FINE, not all of us are born with a passion to be a Starbucks Manager. We’re all passionate about living and supporting ourselves and I wish bosses would stop being so lazy and rude and give my friends jobs for $20000 an hour
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posts that make you want to send this where the cover letter should go
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sorry i spent 4hrs applying for jobs today im Feeling it man.
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My son saw a bug on the ceiling for the first time
here is a sweet story for you all:
the first time I saw my grandmother after coming out and starting HRT she said “here he comes” as I stepped out of the car and then started jumping up and down saying “he! he!! I’m going to remember!!” I started to say hello and she goes “oh! your voice!! wait, let me hear you say something” I say “hi grandmother” and she smiles really big and says “oh… that is a miracle :-)”
the moral of the story is that sometimes coming out is awesome and my grandmother rules. happy pride ✨
My grandmother also got bored one time at thanksgiving and asked me if I wanted to go look for cool mushrooms with her in the woods so basically she just kicks ass
pros of corded headphones:
Cant lose phone
dont need to charge headphones
they look cool and are amazing
cons of corded headphones:
Every doorknob in existence is now out to get you
glad this was a hit with corded headphone users
everyone keeping people in their life at arms length, outsourcing acts of care to payed professionals and wonder why they’re lonely and miserable ❤️
RESIST SOCIAL ALIENATION! HUMANS CAN ONLY THRIVE THROUGH MUTUAL CARE!
Am I, as a 48-year-old, missing some point here? This may be a generational use of the word adult that is unfamiliar to me. When have minor children ever helped their friends move? I don’t know anyone who helped their friends move before they were an adult. Helping your friends move is sign of adulthood, not a sign of being less of an adult.
Officially licensed 1991 Super Mario World bath toy from Japan.
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WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS WHAT MODOK LOOKS LIKE IN THE NEW ANT MAN MOVIE
"They call you Ant-Man...? Like an exterminator? Sorry, but I don't have any picnic problems. I actually think it's kinda fun to zap little...bugs that annoy me..."
I think a fun thing would be if we simply didn't have access to information regarding famous people's personal lives and relationships. Like i just think that would be fun and productive for us. We could focus on other stuff, like our own personal lives and relationships. I think that'd be neat.
I'd love to go to a movie and watch some employees do their jobs for 2 hours and then leave, satisfied in knowing jack shit abt all of them outside the parameters of a movie screen.
Imagine living life free of the constant bombardment of what grocery store celebrities shop at and who walks home from whose apartment in a backwards shirt at 5am. And then one day whilst perusing a book store, you notice a newly released memoir by an actress you liked in multiple roles. And each page is a delight because you hadn't previously known about any of it and it's well written, and because she only wrote what she was comfortable sharing, so the transaction of information is entirely consensual.
people have the audacity to equate vanilla with “plain”. the fruit of a delicate orchid pollinated by hand. worth its weight in solid gold and beyond. the fussy black-and-cream jewel of the american continent. you sick son of a bitch. imagine a world without vanilla. no blondies. no pound cakes. no crème brûlée, no coke floats. no cream soda. no satiny new york-style cheesecakes. no warm apple pie à la mode. no velvety complexity to bring out complex notes in chocolate desserts. no depth of flavour in your cakes and cookies and milkshakes. all in just a few precious seeds or grams of paste or perfumed teaspoons of liquid black platinum. what you don’t understand could fill the library of alexandria seven times over and then some. you ungrateful bastard i’m going to kill you
i did this
what is your favorite flower?
roses
lillies
tulips
marigolds
dandelions
lavender
cannabis
Lilly of the valley
Hyacinth
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fucking constant reboot remake reboot remake reboot remake reboot remake!!!!!!!!!! the tv has only been around for like a century you literally cannot be out of ideas already