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i cannot believe op left out the best part, all of the fucking memes that came from this
How to Finish
I drew this poster for Jon Acuff and his FINISH book tour. Big thanks to Jon for this collaboration, his book has some great ideas about how to complete creative and life goals.
Love this, but reblogging it specifically for âGet rid of secret rules.â Thatâs one of the most amazing illustrationsâand pointsâIâve ever seen.
so important especially for perfectionists who procrastinate and never finish, or even start because they set such high standards for themselves.
This is the funniest email I have ever received from a professor
also most considerate
My Mum and I get invited to lunch or dinner once a week by a good friend of ours. Mostly on weekend, he lets me decide if I want to eat Italian, Asian or something else, and then we go there.
My absolute favorite is a little Italian restaurant in our town. Not only because the food there is so tasty it should be illegal, but also because there is that one elderly waiter â Italian himself- who always makes my day.
The first time we went to that restaurant, we were not served by that guy, though, but by a younger, unlikeable young waiter. He didnât greet us, brought the wrong drinks and didnât once smile or anything.
The whole time, I felt quite uncomfortable around him, but I got a glimpse of that elderly waiter in the background, watching with a frown. He caught my interest because he looked just as uncomfortable by the youngerâs display as I did.
And then, the young one made one last misstep â he turned towards my Mum and said, âWhat does the boy want to eat?â
There was a long pause where we all exchanged confused gazes, before I said, slowly but clearly, âIâm a girl, sir.â
(I wasnât angry, mind you. It happens quite a lot to me â I close to never wear tight clothes, my hair is cut short and I never wear makeup. I see where itâs coming from, really.)
But what came then made me grit my teeth, because instead of being baffled or even embarrassed, the guy looked at me and said, âYouâre kidding me, right?â
Before I could say anything â or calm my mum, because she gasped loudly in outrage â the elder waiter swooped in, bristling as he basically tore into the younger one. I couldnât understand what he said, because he talked Italian the whole time, but my Mum later said that he had been outraged that âA beautiful young Signorinaâ just as me had been insulted like that.
All in all, it didnât take very long until the young waiter vanished back in the kitchen and the elder waiter turned towards me, basically bowed to me and apologized over and over again. âIâm so sorry, Signorina, that you had to hear that! Please accept my sincere apologyâŠ!â
âNo, please,â I managed, not knowing if I should be embarrassed or amused by the sight of him being so dramatic. âThis happens a lot to me, please, you didnât do anything wrong.â
âAh, Signorina, such a gentle soul you are!â
At that point, I laughed out loud because he beamed at me with such a delight, it was just funny how passionate he was about all that.
Since then, the dear waiter always insisted on being the one who catered to us whenever we come to this restaurant. I didnât complain at all, and also my mum and our friend were quite amused by that. The elderly man would take my jacket off, pull my chair back for me and give me a kiss on the hand once we left again, insisting that I had to be treated like âthe gentle and nice Singorinaâ I am.
Honestly, such behavior is strange to me, since I didnât really grow up with gentlemen, but I let him have his fun, since he always pouted when I wouldnât let him tend to me. It was his way of showing me his respect, and if that was what he wanted, I would let him.
Today, we went there for lunch, but I wasnât really looking forward to it. I was still deep in thought about school and that dumb group project, and the only reason I did leave the house at all was because my Mum basically pleaded me to do so.
So I was kind of staring into the air instead of making conversation, and didnât even realize that I had taken off my jacket alone before the waiter could help me.
Once my mum left to go to the toilet and our friend went back to his car because he had forgotten his wallet there, I was startled by the waiter appearing next to me, putting down a little plate with chocolates on the table next to me.
I blinked, frowning. âExcuse me, but we didnât order that.â
âAh, but Signorina,â he winked at me, smiled crookedly. âThatâs a little present on the house.â
I managed a little smile, thanking him.
He hummed, refilling my glass and explaining. âI missed your smile today, Signorina.â
âIâm sorry. Iâm a bit⊠lost in thought, I guess.â
âWe canât have that, no, no.â
I shot him a glance, guessing that he was already planning something again, but he just took my order with a wide smile and disappeared in the kitchen again.
Letâs just say that he exceeded himself that day.
The pizza I ordered was not round as usual â somehow, he had managed to convince the chef to make it heart-shaped this time. In between bits of conversation, he would appear at our table, refill the little plate with chocolates again and again, shooting me a grin every time. And when I followed my Mum out of the restaurant, he waited already at the door, surprising me with a bowl full of chocolate mousse â âon the houseâ, he explained with a wink.
Etiquette or whatever be damned â I straight out hugged him then and there. And based on his delighted laughter and him cheering âThere is your smile, Signorina!â I donât think he really minded.
Honestly, bless this angel of a person, please. Bless him and all his descendants.
women who cook four pounds of pasta by accident are valid
i hate this pic bc everyone is staring @ zayn but zayn is only looking at liam
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every day. every single day i think about this post. iâve been on this website for 5 years and no post has ever changed me the way this post has.
when rainbow rowell said âone of the great epiphanies of my lifetime was realizing that i disliked so many female characters because they were created by men who didnât like womenâ
Norwegian prisons are nicer than my apartment.
holy shit dude
I was really shocked by this and dubious, so I decided to read further. Thereâs a great article about this here: http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-35813470 As it turns out, this is more like a halfway house. Prisoners usually begin their term in a prison more like one weâd typically recognize - bars on the windows, locked in their cells. But the emphasis there is on successful reintegration into society. As their sentence progresses, with good behavior, they can move into a facility more like this, where their freedoms are still restricted, but they can do things like network with people outside of prison, search for employment, cook and clean and look after themselves, and begin making plans for their reintegration into society. As a result, Norway has one of the lowest rates of recidisvism. 20% as opposed to Americaâs 76%. It seems like a shocking idea to us because of where and how we live, but apparently, Norwegians are addressing the real problem. When you take people who canât function well in society, and thenâŠhelp them do that?âŠtheyâŠ.do. Without the crime-ing.Â
Turns out treating people like human beings makes them more likely to act like human beingsâŠ.
But wonât that incentivize some people to go back there since they get treated so well and get a nice room versus the streets?
If you read the post above, it says Norwayâs recidivism rate - that is, the rate of released criminals who go on to be arrested again - is 20% versus 76% in the United States, so for the most part, no.
Isnât that white-lined black cross on a red field flag a Nazi flag? Are we going to talk about how wonderful it is a Nazi gets a nice halfway house?
A dream.
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isnât it weird how itâs already february but itâs also only february
I see this post every February and it always fucks me up