i am like the breadloser of the family
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i am like the breadloser of the family
Nature is healing
no one likes to say it on here bc we are supposed to be like very lady like or proper and whatever but it rlly is underrated how great u feel after taking a huge poo like sorry it just feels so freeing like and im not scared to say it the moments before u do a huge poo are so scary like u feel like life is over and everything is hopeless and then right after ur done u have the strength 2 face a new day bravely and u feel light and beautiful and unburdened maybe its uncouth to say but i dont care its my truth
Me: I'll have the waffles
Waiter: Would you like whipped cream on that?
Me: hold on sorry
(takes out phone)
(opens Tumblr)
(creates new post)
(types "she whip me until I cream")
(posts)
(puts phone away)
Me: Sorry. Yes please
all gambling advertising should be illegal
same goes for weight loss and alcohol and credit cards and vapes and crypto and medicine and religion and. all adverts should be illegal.
I'm one of the few people that genuinely LOVES working customer service (hotel receptionist here), like yes the occasional person is rude and entitled. But most of the time? People are kind, and funny, and will jump at the chance to share a bit of their lives with someone else.
The businessman that comes in every week who seemed grouchy at first now smiles and waves when I remember his name, and explains he's just finished a long drive, and he doesn't MEAN to come off as rude, he's just tired.
The mother and daughter who visit the hotel each summer and tell me they've been coming here for years, and each time they visit they go to the pier and save up their tickets for the big ticket items. One day they come through the doors with the biggest grins, the older lady in the wheelchair proudly waving a huge stuffed toy tiger she's "had her eye on for years".
The young man with his girlfriend who looks nervous as he approaches reception, and stumbles over his words, his hands shaking as he signs the paperwork to check in. I've spent the last two weeks on the phone with him organising this; we've set up the bedroom with balloons and petals and decorations, and he's going to propose as soon as they get to the room.
The woman who I've not seen before who asks if I'm local, and tells me she grew up here, and had recently found herself drawn back. We talk about the sounds of seagulls, and the metal clanging of masts down at the harbour, and how the sounds that fade into the background are the ones you miss most when you leave. She's writing a book and promises to send me a copy when she's done.
The regular who goes out of her way to buy us all the strangest biscuits she can find at the tourist shops. We try them together, pulling faces at the ones that just don't work.
The thirty something woman who immediately sees a kinship in me and whispers to me that she has been here before, but under a name she no longer uses, and we celebrate the freedom she feels.
The support group that comes in for coffee each week and sit together filling the foyer with laughter.
Every single person living their own wonderful complicated rich lives, and I get to be a part of that. How is that not beautiful?
actually liking your friends is so embarrassing but so necessary. like im really over here smiling and laughing at texts. on a discord call while we sit in silence doing our own things. talking for literal hours and not even realizing. platonically head-over-heels.
"why do girls always talk about their periods"
brother if you had diarrhea for a week straight every single month, including all the stomach pain and the uncontrollably loose stool that comes with it, you would find it very fucking difficult to avoid talking about it too.
the man who packs his suitcase like he’s going to shit himself every day is a fool every trip but one
Literally no reason for a guy to be over 5'7". That's just wasteful use of biomass. You had enough material to make four dudes and instead you made three. That thing is blocking an entire isle in the grocery store.
I know it's pronounced ayol but you're not making me make a third guess about how you're supposed to spell that shit.
An isle is an island.
An aisle is a walkway between seats or shelves in a church, shop or on a mode of transport.
They're pronounced the same but spelt differently, meaning they're homophones.
the cat was sleeping cutely so i took a picture and went to show it to my mom and she burst out laughing and pulled out her phone and showed me a near identical one she'd taken a few minutes before
self-proclaimed free thinkers when the cat is doing a snooze:
stay vigilant. there are still people out there who will try to convince you that eating fruit is somehow bad for your body
*using mac* i'm a sleek corporate IT milf email whisperer with a microchip on my shoulder and a motherboard of gold. the glass ceiling has been shattered. we're a family. user centered design. i am steve jobs
*using linux* i'm a freakkyy goth hacker chick about to get my dick suxxed cyber style. superuser do me and she barely GNU me. i'm ready to put my therian life on-the-line for free and open source software. rawr
*using windows* i'm in hell
while you were busy jacking off & cumming hard. it rained outside beautifully
what do you think i was jacking off to...?
the author's barely disguised longing for a kinder world
people with chronic pain and chronic fatigue will be like why does it hurt and why am I so tired