And I think I love your ex. The idea of someone knowing a part of you that I didn’t bring up is mesmerizing. We can spill things we know about you.
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And I think I love your ex. The idea of someone knowing a part of you that I didn’t bring up is mesmerizing. We can spill things we know about you.
A real, actual, I-am-not-fucking-lying-to-you-this-truly-happened moment from the Christmas special Rapsittie Street Kids: Believe in Santa
ricky: great-grandma, you always know just what to say!
ricky’s great-grandma: dohuhohohwhehelghuhohokesynohehCHRISTMAS huahhahohoho
I thought of this while i was driving today and almost drove into my mailbox
It’s that time of year again
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“Get a plant and name it after yourself. I tell that to everyone, especially if they have trouble with self-love. Take care of your plant every day. Water it, make it beautiful. If your plant is growing and nourishing, that means you’re growing and nourishing. If it’s dying, you have to ask: ‘What’s going on with me?’ Every time you see a dead leaf, pluck it off. Say out loud: ‘Get rid of dead relationships in my life.’ That means anyone who is lingering, stealing your energy, blocking your blessings. You need to put yourself first, second, and third. When you’re back to one hundred, then you can take care of the world. I learned that the hard way. I’ve been working since the age of twelve. I’ve been on my own since the age of sixteen. In my apartment there are four plants named after me. There’s Jiu Jitsu Deisy; she’s delicate but dangerous; the vines look like they’re choking each other out. There’s Yoga-Horoscope Deisy; she represents my spiritual life. There’s Rocio, which is the middle name of both me and my mother. I hated that name for a long time, until last year, when I made amends with my mom. Then the last Deisy is Little Deisy. She’s between six other plants, named after women in my life who have nourished me.”
I don’t feel excited about things as much. I see everyone have interests that they’re passionate about and i feel a bit dead. I get distracted easily. I don’t view my interests as something interesting to talk about.
Something that always come to mind is when someone will say something about a movie and another will know it or they’ll reference a character. Why am I not aware of these things or care to find interest in them? Is it just that I have different passions?
I just choked on my sandwich holy shit
one shot, one kill
mm yes muvva *tongue pop* give us that hyper death drop!!
The history of corporate propaganda.
'Nobody wants to work' fails to mention the poverty wages and horrible workplaces.
Reframe the narrative: Capitalists refuse to pay thriving wages.
Langston Hughes (1902-1967), ‘Tired’, “New Masses”, Vol. 6, #9, Feb. 1931 Source
Why am I giving time to people who aren’t close to me?
As I get older, I feel bad in how I could’ve helped my sister with education and different experiences. Should I feel bad? I also was trying to figure it out myself and didn’t think to bring her around different experiences. I still have a chance now.
have a nice day :)