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a word of advice: open your windows. wash your sheets. exfoliate your legs. read a paperback. make your bed. moisturize every inch of your body. go to sleep with soft skin and sheets that smell like the wind and a mind full of words worth dreaming about

tastefullyoffensive

oncesingingalways

Quality. Content.

buddhabrot

the only post i care about

My manager said we had to stay and fix things for as long as it takes even after they call close, I told him even if we open tomorrow ?

And he said yes.

I replied with “I’m going to die I live in Long Beach”

He said: “that’s not even that far.”

And someone said yeah it’s really not

And I said I’m going to get mugged. And it’s on your hands Joey.

He sent me, the only closer, out of three opening tomorrow, home early

And I feel like such a dick haha

I would have stayed, I just had to be dramatic first

Tonight I talked for a long time... and I’m so thankful for patient friends. I’m so thankful for the pressure of myself and peers and family members to get a job, but my dad saying, “but what do you actually want to do”

When I tried to finesse my dad I was saying “I’ve been applying at XYZ and haven’t hear back because I think ABC”

The rest of the world has being saying s “efghijklmno-“

My dad has always said

“Why?”

Knowing I’ll never be happy in success unless it’s my own definition of the word.

the-memedaddy

mhalachai

Pros: you can grow a new ankle

Cons: It isn’t your ankle

I was talking tonight about how we always lived in a cheaper area and my mom always got us interdistric transfers to a better school district, so I never rode the bus. Being the youngest of six it was someone’s job at some point to take me to school.

Tonight I said, Peter Frampton and ELO remind me of fifth grade

Nelly and Jimmy Eat World remind me of 6th grade

And SPM and OutKast remind me of 7th grade

HOMAGE

Time takes a cigarette,

And yes Bowie, it puts it in your mouth.

I can’t believe sometimes how much life I’ve lived. I can rant in a non sober state about how proud I am, to overcome a religious background and choose to value what I value in my own heart.

Sober, I’m a little less confident but stead fast in knowing, I am nostalgic because I’ve valued so many peopl and so many moments of my life and just a smell or three chords to a song can sink my heart.

But you can’t have one feeling without the other right ?

Dear god, I thank you for this beautifully present fleeting life.

I thank myself for giving just enough fucks and none at all.

wearingraincoats

I’m at that point in knowing myself/ growth where I had the thought

“Ah, why do I always wait until the last minute ?!”

And then I unexpectedly answered myself and said: “because you’re a perfectionist that’s scared of making the wrong decision and displeasing people”

And then I was like hmph 🤔and then I was like well damn. I still don’t know how to cope with this. And spent two more days prolonging my decision

🤷‍♀️

Mental health awareness<still being lost as fuck

cwote

Stop talking yourself out of opportunities because you don’t feel like you’re “ready” yet. It’s time. You’re ready now.

venusians

@Geminis @Virgos

check your inner placement for those two ^ because this applies

kathnaps

@inthesunflowers

Looking at my sisters I've always seen independence. Whether it was late night laundry with clothes bought by her, or a message on the chalk board that said "bye family" when she turned 18. I've always had the most beautifully free extremes.

I've had a lot of anxious energy, but not in a bad way. Just in an anticipation way- working again and being around people again. Opening up and building back up. I think I'm always scared I'll miss the freeway, miss my sign. But I remembered today that when I do get a feeling strong enough, I listen to it.

And when I thought before that I always overthink then spend so much time in indecision that I make swift emotional decisions last minute,

That it has always been a blessing in disguise. Because I've grown emotionally from it. And I'll continue to. Brain and heart don't have to be at war but if I had to choose sides, I'm glad I've always ran after my heart- no matter how dormant- I always trust in it above all.