Man i miss drawing. Even thought I was never any good at it; it felt cool to have a little thang on a piece of paper

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Man i miss drawing. Even thought I was never any good at it; it felt cool to have a little thang on a piece of paper
10000 posts!
For my 10,001th post, white crust dog blast
glad that we’re all collectively, mostly, getting over the idea that food service and retail jobs are only for people who havent gone to college or otherwise “failed” at higher education.
Are we, however, ready to accept that these jobs aren’t also just “temporary” jobs that teenagers and young adults do for a quick buck inbetween their Real Passions - and instead just that: A job. One that anyone can do.
I’m definitely the former as the younger, part time barista - but all my other coworkers were/are people who lived full lives. They used to be professors, or stylists, or artists. They did everything right in their lives and got their dream jobs. Yet, they hated it. They went back to something that made them less stressed out while also keeping the lights on at home, and comparatively they’re much happier now.
They didn’t fail. They’re still working just as hard, just doing something else. Some of them have plans to change, and some of them are happy where they are. All of them are worthy of respect, and not pity.
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for everyone who just got blasted with 20 reblogs of that one library post. i'm so fucking sorry 🥲 my tumblr app glitched out and the reblog button wasn't working so i thought if i closed out it would fix itself. NOT SPAM REBLOG IT 20 TIMES IN A ROW. jesus christ-
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AGHHH IM BOOPED NOOOOOOUH
Had a dream last night that Scott Pilgrim faked death in order to transition into a woman and changed her name to just Scot with one t.
Yeah I’ve been feeling too dissatisfied with life lately. I need to create some shit. Not even that; I need to bang sticks together. Grind out experience for the things ive always wanted to become better at. Wanna have something to look forward to again,