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i don't do bad sauce passes
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Keni
oozey mess
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Andulka
Misplaced Lens Cap
Product Placement
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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RMH
hello vonnie
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@sickofego
Great so my head’s getting fuzzier by the second.
This would be day three of really feeling it. But I’ve been feeling “under the weather” bordering on a week now.
I'm always a little under the weather, so I can sympathize with that part. I haven't been really sick in a while, though.
My mother is driving me mad
I have. Which is why I hate being sick so much. I need to work.
Ah. You made it sound like you'd maybe get fired.
How long have you been feeling bad?
It would do me just the same. I haven’t left the bed in two days and that means I haven’t been at work.
Can't you call in sick?
I hate being sick. Jesus.
It could be worse. You could be dying.
You sound like one of my brothers.
You don’t know how to talk to people you don’t like. Don’t love, really. You can’t live in the world with such strong likes and dislikes.
J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey (via introspectivepoet)
"He said he was - this is exactly what he said - he said he was sitting at the table in the kitchen, all by himself, drinking a glass of ginger ale and eating saltines and reading ‘Dombey and Son’, and all of a sudden Jesus sat down in the other chair and asked if he could have a small glass of ginger ale. A small glass, mind you - that’s exactly what he said. I mean he says things like that, and yet he thinks he’s perfectly qualified to give me a lot of advice and stuff! I could just spit! I could! It’s like being in a lunatic asylum and having another patient all dressed up as a doctor come over to you and start taking your pulse or something …"
Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger (via wisechildzooey)
[coughs, whispers] Why the long face?
I think- I think I have the wrong room.
Oh how the tables have turned.
My career is going nowhere.
Not at the moment, but not indefinitely.
That's not all, is it?
Oh how the tables have turned.
It’s overcast.
But why?
Oh how the tables have turned.
No, no they’re right. I’m just not what they’re looking for evidently.
You're plenty refined. What's gotten into you?
Honestly, what happened to bringing the sun wherever you go?
Oh how the tables have turned.
[Zooey sat on the telephone for a few minutes conversing with the person on the other side. What had been a bright and happy mood suddenly dropped and after thanking them he hung up.] I — I didn’t get it, Buddy. They wanted someone older and more refined, whatever the hell that means.
[Franny noticed the shift in the mood of the conversation, and she frowned as he hung up the phone] What? They're crazy, Zooey. Goddamned crazy, every single one of them.
Oh how the tables have turned.
They did? Why didn’t you wake me earlier, Frances? [Zooey quickly rose from bed, threw on a shirt, and sprinted from the room and towards the phone in the kitchen. He dialed the number he had written down on the pad of paper by it and turned to her standing in the doorway.] Quiet, please.
Sorry I didn't want to get murdered at six o'clock in the morning for waking you that early. [She followed him out into the hallway and watched from the doorframe as he waited for the other line to pick up]
Oh how the tables have turned.
I did? What’d they say? What’d she say? What did you tell her?
They said you should call them back when you get the chance.
She said she wanted to see how you were. I told her you were out.
Oh how the tables have turned.
No because it’s none of your damn business.
Why do you want me up anyway? You know how to make your own breakfast. At least I hope you do anyway.
You haven't moved since the Smithsonian.
Because you got a call from those people about the role. And Jane dropped by while you were asleep and I had to answer the door.
Oh how the tables have turned.
Are you at least going to tell me why you've refused to move?
