I Still Feel It

My name is John and I try to be a good person. I live in Philadelphia, PA. I like all kinds of music, art, movies, and lots of other stuff. He/theyor whatever                                                                                                             My Face

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Uhhhh

If you like me or my content follow my twitter @johndubbayah

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Hey whats up lol 

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life updates

I started prozac and I feel great

Got into yoga

Hung out with 2 diff internet friends in the past few months (shout out @dempsey-dear)

I think things might be getting better

I don’t regret waking up in the morning most days

I’ve learned how to cook a lot better

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im still here

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moodboard

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consider

brutalism but there’s a shit ton of plants all over the buildings

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here’s ecosocialism

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who is brave enough to love me on here

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what's wrong with private businesses controlling the net? did they do something problematic?

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Подстава

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this is not a helpful translation, google.

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oh

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forbidden knowledge

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Not even kidding right now someone just called me cuck. 

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Are you okay?

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I’m an alpha male. I don’t need your fucking pity.

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Thrifty finds

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a batter catcher and umpire during a baseball game

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Beautiful! When This 7-Year-Old Boy Could No Longer Afford Treatment For His Brain Tumor, Mitch McConnell Dressed Up As Batman And Wheeled Him Out Of The Hospital

Life has been extremely difficult for 7-year-old Aaron Burkhart ever since he was diagnosed with a brain tumor five months ago. To make matters worse, Aaron’s family lacked health insurance and was soon unable to pay the medical bills for his expensive treatments. Things seemed bleak, but that’s when Aaron got the surprise of a lifetime. When Sen. Mitch McConnell heard that Aaron’s family could no longer afford the treatment for his brain tumor, he visited Aaron’s hospital room dressed as Batman and wheeled him out of the hospital.

Beautiful! It looks like Mitch McConnell found a way to make a sick boy’s last day of medical care a truly special one!

Aaron’s amazing day with the Caped Crusader began when Senator McConnell stepped into his hospital room in an authentic Batman costume and said in a deep, gravelly voice, “I am the Batman. I hear there’s a brave little hero in here who’s currently burdening the taxpayers of Gotham City with medicine he hasn’t earned! We need to get you out of this hospital as soon as possible!” The senator then asked Aaron to climb into a wheelchair, and with his black cape billowing behind him, he began pushing the lucky cancer patient down the hall and toward the hospital’s front entrance.

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Xi Huang

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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.