I WAS BORN TIRED, I NEVER GOT RESTED.

Rachel ∆ 26 ∆ MSU If I can't be sarcastic then there's no point. I love The Black Keys.

[demento-mori]

eating would be fine if it was only a recreational activity. instead, its a horrible sisiphean nightmare and you need to do it every day without fail on threat of pain and death

[wintercorrybriea2]

[3000s]

last night was talking to my dad about career plans and he goes "i dont know if you should do a trade, you should print tshirts and sell them at the oceanfront"

[3000s]

👆👆👆 literally how it is

[cute-catts]

I didn't expect that at all 😺🤣

[scrmnviking]

This interview is OVER!

[throwaninkpot]

[zoesupreme]

and always FUCK the New York Yankees

[zoesupreme]

moment of silence in memoriam of the new york yankees

[moneybytheton]

[thebelchers]

[babbleismysuperpower]

official pride merch! (including little king trash mouth and his husband because of course.)

[derovalfnolem]

onion rings but it goes to voicemail

[aletheyass]

it’s vital that elon musk die in the next 4 months

[afloweroutofstone]

[candyredterezii]

[maxdowt]

Tea party

[purplepokili]

fae court

[catrinecat]

The council to decide your fate

[victusinveritas]

Dogs have had many jobs throughout history, in this case: Revenge.

[tonysaintborgi]

love how the king was just like nah let's see where the dog is going with this

[teabree-shark]

[m0thmancore]

[memewhore]

[fromhersoul]

Adult friendships be like “I miss you bro, let's hang out in November"

[questionablepastries]

[thehussy]

[starlitskvader]

[roccio2]

[vintage-tigre]

“But they also give you endless shit..”

[humansofnewyork]

“My first end-of-life patient was a 97-year-old man. He had a much younger girlfriend; she was seventy-four. But they loved each other so much. Back when their spouses were still alive, the four of them had been great friends. They would double date together. And when their spouses passed away, the two of them became a thing. Every day she would come over for lunch. I’d always cook a little meal for them. I’d prepare the table; I’d lay out my little candles and my little flowers. As soon as she arrived I’d put on music and dim the lights, then I’d leave the room and go wait in the bedroom. They would cuddle and snuggle. And the beauty of it was, even though he couldn’t control his fluids at that point, she never minded the smell. Her love for him was so great that they would still kiss and all that good stuff. When the doctors said that it was time for him to go to hospice, he said he didn’t want to go. He told them that he wanted to come back home and die with me. I was with him in the end. My patients never die alone. Never, ever. One week after his passing I was hired by his girlfriend’s family. She had terminal Alzheimer’s, and I ended up staying with her for seven years. I fell in love with her. We were family, just family. She used to be a tap dancer. We’d sing together. And if she didn’t feel like singing, I’d sing. Even near the end, she always knew when something was wrong with me. When I wasn’t being the Gabby that she knew, she would always know. When the doctors said it was time for her to go to hospice, her children said: ‘We want her to die with Gabby.’ In the final days she wouldn’t eat, she’d lock her jaw. But she would always eat for me. One night I could see the fright in her eyes, and I knew it was time. My patients never die alone. Never, ever. So I climbed under the covers with her. And she passed away in my arms.”