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blackmen

euphorbic

#idris elba looks like good cologne smells

mybuckystar

some things i’ve learned about adulthood that no one warns you about

you will in fact continue to have acne past the age of twenty

you will eventually hit a point where you start to feel icky inside if you go too long without eating some sort of vegetables

depending on your current level of athleticism/physical activity as well as the kind of activities you did as a kid/teenager, your joints may start acting whack in your twenties, despite what everyone says about that not happening until middle age

eventually you will reach a point where you wonder how you were able to stay up until 3am nearly every night and be perfectly fine the next day (and this moment will come much younger than you expect)

it is much harder to meet new people after you’re done with school than sitcoms would have you believe

don’t let society tell you shit: it is perfectly acceptable to live with your parents after you graduate, there’s no need to be broke and miserable just so you can have some misguided attempt at independence straight out of school

awesome-picz

ineffabilityoflove

blackratchet

martymartinloki

Things like this make life more bearable.

aspectacularstart

frienclzone-deactivated20200512

choking on water is the worst because how do you stop choking? drink something? well ive got some bad news for you

drcrunk

if i had a dollar

coqueli-cat-deactivated20191111

when u have to be nice to creepy guys so u don’t get murdered :-) #justgirlythings

melisica

raychillster

i hope you always have enough money to pay your rent on time, to buy your favorite groceries, and to invest in your art.

kingpinnn

wafflehousewarden

Bye Felicia

prinnay

Nothing like relaxing on a nice day with a good book and a faithful pet :)

yeahwrite

Happy Saturday!

heathens-and-kings

“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

“I am the manager.”