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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

shymagnolia

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

flagellant

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

coffee-or-hot-cocoa

i need all the help i can get for finals

finnglas

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.

So you know.

This might be the real one, y’all.

avhira

I could use some luck

teashoesandhair

I'm in a little local cafe and the women behind the counter started griping to each other, "Oh Christ, Stephen's back again," "It's him, is it? I thought he'd stopped coming," "It's definitely him, look, it's bloody Stephen on a Thursday morning," "Do you want me to get rid of him or are you going to do it?" and so I was peering outside, trying to spot this nightmare customer, this pestilence of a person, this pox upon the cafe trade, and then one of the women from behind the counter ran outside, clapping two trays together loudly and yelling "GET OUT OF IT, STEPHEN!" and it turns out that Stephen is an absolutely gigantic fuck-off seagull who hangs around outside, menacing people for crumbs

felitomkinson

my toxic trait is being fervently convinced that if i ever came across a dragon irl we would make eye contact and understand each other at a primal level of transcendental trust instead of charring me into a crispy onion

a-book-of-creatures

If I ever wrote a novel or story that Hayao Miyazaki deigned to turn into an animated masterpiece, I could die the very next day 100% at peace. If I created something to make him return from retirement, I would retire from this mortal plane with 0 regrets.

#Writing #studio ghibli #hayao miyazaki

draconym

Me: Fuck, the paper towels I want are on the top shelf.

The Sir David Attenborough That Lives In My Brain: Being smaller-than-average presents an added challenge to foraging ... but necessity is the mother of invention. A little creativity turns a baguette into a tool, and voilà--

(paper towel roll falls on my face)

Sir David Attenborough, pleasantly: Success.

free-my-mindd

animentality

mikkeneko

#my family does this thing#when we've majorly unfucked a room or done chore that we were putting off#or whatever. Any sort of household Improvement.#'Come brag on me.'#I means come look I cleaned/rearranged/did dishes/put away the laundry#and the scripted response is 'oh nice it looks SO much better in here now'#like my mom did this when we were kids.#'girls comr brag on the garage I finally organized it so I can get my car in there'#and we go and 'ooh' and 'aah' and tell her how nice it looked and how she did a good job#and we could have her 'come brag on' us for like doing the dishes or cleaning our rooms#I do it to my wife now too#it's a dialogue that means#'I did a chore and it feels like an Accomplishment even if it objectively wasn't a big thing. Please acknowledge this.'#and#'Wow you sure did do a thing. It has improved our material circumstance even if only in a small way. Thank you for doing it.'#like yeah scrubbing the pans is my Job and it's a Little Task but sometimes it feels like a Big Task#and it's nice to have an Accepted Script where I can just demand 'I have functioned as an independent adult praise me with great praise' - by @thepioden

swamp-spirit

The real horror of a Stepford Wives situation isn't 'the suburbs are creepy' or even 'conformity is creepy' or 'I don't wanna be replaced by a robot'

The horror is the idea that you might choose to spend your life with somebody only to realize they don't actually want a partner and friend, somebody with ambitions and thoughts and joy. They want somebody productive, compliant, and sexually available, and all your internal life is nothing but a barrier to that. That the person you love only loves what you do for them, and the less of the an actual person you are, the happier they are.

agnesmontague

ive invented (note: dubious claim) something i call the bear diet which is mostly fruits and vegetables with fish as the main protein source and something like once a month you eat a few hyperprocessed foods of your liking because that is when you, the bear, raid a dumpster in the suburbs

rainformation

formative years? aren’t they all?

absolutejamer

show me a permanent self and i will show you a facade or a corpse

pukicho

A man was in our backyard at midnight looking for amphibians tonight.

pukicho

Mother was afraid, but surely no more than the frogs

pukicho

I get that it sounds like a joke but there was an actual man in my backyard hunting for wet toads last night and I am being fully honest

behold-a-cat

@markscherz

markscherz

to herp, verb.

the act of searching—often largely without success but nevertheless with enthusiasm—for amphibians and reptiles (‘herps’).

lizmaryr

homunculus-argument

I've never lived with a parrot, but I assume it would feel a lot like having an ADHD brain living outside your brain. Sure you love that little fucker to pieces but just when you've got all your work set up, you gave it food and enrichment and medical care and everything it could possibly need to not bother you for 25 consecutive minutes, you hear the beginning notes of a very broken and creative rendition of the lion sleeps tonight starting from the other room like

weeeheheeehee we-eeheheehee

wi-om-bomB WEH~

like ah shit here we go again.

clusterbungle

Happy 100th birthday David Attenborough, you absolute bloody legend 💖💖💖💖💖

cyanolov3

My rendition of little red riding hood — assignment for class

burst-of-iridescent

idk man just having a lot of thoughts about how loving katara was aang’s downfall, but zuko’s triumph. how they’re both struck and permanently scarred by azula’s lightning because of their love for her but in aang’s case it’s a tragedy, something that could have been averted if he’d let go of her, whereas in zuko’s case it’s his absolution, the final step in his redemption. how their scars mirror each other, with aang’s scar on his back because he turned his back on his duty to save katara, but zuko’s scar on his chest because saving her was his duty, bringing him back full circle to the heart of who he is - someone who protects the innocent, no matter what the cost.

in the end, aang’s love for katara dooms him while zuko’s love for katara saves him, and i just think there’s something so beautifully poetic about that.