you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.
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@magnoliae
you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.
why dont you make like a tree and feel the breeze and the sun and the changing of the seasons. and Grow
we cant talk here. pictochat. room c.
You ever think about many peices of media have zero women and thats just perfectly normal but if a peice of media has an all female cast people get... like that? Women should be allowed to kill over this btw
same but it's black people
That's right
Cecil Gershwin Palmer, character of all time. He's gay. He has lyme disease. He's a PTA uncle. He's terrified of mirrors and for good reason. He's a cat dad. He's a DAD dad. He fell in love with his husband the first time he laid eyes on him. He got a barber run out of town. He regularly leaks classified police and government information on his radio show but kept his adopted son secret for ages. He has a complicated and tumultuous relationship with his mother. He's a gossipy bitch. He's in love with the job he was destined and cursed to have. He wears fanny packs. He's cried on air as many times as he's laughed. He has a true crime podcast. He calls his husband Kittycake. He has been a my fictional friend for over ten years.
3 hours of sleep = i hate people who laugh
0 ours of sleep = waouw 🌼🌼🌼🌼🐎
we all need to take better care of our selfs or we might Pass away
I don't care if they're the highest grossing movies on planet freakin Earth, you say "Avatar" and everyone and their mom still thinks that bald little bitch and his magic cow. Soggy James can keep his millions, he'll never have the streets.
want to help change my life??
hiii so! i have been given a rare opportunity to fundraise for a mobility aid that will seriously change the game for me. my sob story is at the link, so i won't prattle on, but if i'm able to get this thing, it's gonna let me live so much more of a normal life. imagine getting groceries without collapsing in pain when you get home lol
the catch: i have 30 days to raise $2950 usd, or i can't get it, and i'll have to scrape that together by myself on disability income.
the good news: bc of the amazing people at alinker, i actually only need to raise another $1950 usd!!!
how you can help: sharing this post, donating even a dollar or two, even sending good vibes my way. i know we're all strapped for cash and struggling, i love and appreciate anything you can do for me <3
Hi, my name is Laika. I'm a nature lover, pet parent, artist, author, and activist, and I live with chronic pain that has progressively gott
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28 days and $1650 to go!!
$1491 left!!!
27 days and $1484 to go!!
you have to forgive the printer because it's one of the most machine-ass machines we interact with on a day to day basis. that thing says kerchunk. hardly anything says kerchunk these days. you can't get mad at her when she kerchunks up a little.
Refer to England as “a mysterious and warlike nation off the coast of western Asia”
you cannot make a post about how men put women in certain boxes without someone going "but what if i love the box? what if i've decided that it's comfortable in the box? are you gonna tell me i'm not ALLOWED to like the box? not very feminist of you to police a woman's decisions... maybe you'd be less ugly and miserable if you stopped talking about the box LMFAO #Girlboss #MyBox<3"
#and its like. 'what if ive decided its comfortable to be in the box' it is always going to be more comfortable to be in the box #they will reward you for staying in the box and punish you for trying to leave it #that doesnt mean the box is like. a good place to be — @butchfaith
top 3 hobbies for young adults:
1. borrowing misery from future
2. carrying grief of the past
3. agonizing over the present
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
I’m not worth the cost of a watch.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.
save me, rice mixed with some bullshit
i hate phones sm i genuinely want to throw it in the ocean
ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to put no effort into my appearance
fucking up a social interaction feels like when you present the wrong evidence in ace attorney because you don't know what they want you to present and then the judge gets mad at you and obliterates a section of your health bar