Today's Document
titsay
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Misplaced Lens Cap
Peter Solarz
d e v o n
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Origami Around
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
shark vs the universe
trying on a metaphor
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Jules of Nature
Kaledo Art
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noise dept.
Sade Olutola
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will byers stan first human second
seen from Bosnia & Herzegovina
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@timetravelingcircus
I really don’t believe there’s any such thing as a failed hobby. I think it goes back to “no love, however brief, is wasted” and “joy is never pointless”. Even if your hobby wasn’t quote-unqoute “successful”, I bet you still had fun with it, at least a little bit. You probably still learned something from it, or at least learned some limits to your abilities. And I think that makes it worth it
i walk into starbucks and order a pumpkin spice latte with 13 shots of espresso. i tell the barista that i intend to transcend humanity and become a god. i ask for no whip cream
you say this jokingly but i had a customer actually order a pumpkin spice latte with 9 shots of espresso (also no whip) and when i asked her to verify that she did indeed want 9 shots of espresso she looked me dead in the eyes and said “i have 5 kids”
I once had a woman come in and ordered an Americano with 19 shots of espresso. The drink took ages. It held up the line. I asked her why, and she shrugged and said “I just don’t care”. We still talk about that woman. We never saw her again.
new cryptid: exhausted woman at starbucks
Actual conversation I had at register: “Hi, welcome to [Starbucks]! What can I get you, today?”
“How much is it to fill a Venti with Espresso?”
“I- I’m sorry?”
“A venti cup. How much to fill it with Espresso?”
“Oh. uh. Well, it’d be I suppose… I only have a button for a Quad. I don’t have special pricing for twenty ounces of espresso in a single… drink.”
“Price is the furthest thing from my mind right now. How many ‘add shots’ is that?”
*deep breath of fear* “It’d be a quad with,” *clears throat* “uh, sixteen additional shots of espresso. But, ma’am, I should tell you that the shots will start to get really bitter if they have to sit and wait for us to pull twenty of them-”
“Taste means nothing to me.”
At this point I am truly fearing for my very existence in the presence of what must clearly be an eldritch being.
“Oh. Well, okay.” I put on my absolute best customer service smile to hide my terror and accept that I must face this dragon, fae, or demon with dignity. “We can certainly get that for you! The price will be _____.”
She begins to pay, I shit thee not, with golden Sacajawea dollar coins. We are a block from Wall Street, and this eldritch demi-being is paying for an unholy elixer with golden coins. My life will end soon, I am sure of it.
“Do you still have the ‘Add Energy’ packets?”
My heart began to race at this request. “Yes ma’am.”
“How many can I add?”
Futile though it is, at least I know the rote response to this. “For health reasons, we won’t add more than one per drink and we cannot sell the packets individually.”
“One then.”
I alter the order and tell her the new price. She pays, dumps the change and five golden dollars into the tip box. I write the order on the venti cup and pass it silently to the girl working the hot beverage station. Normally we called and pass, but this was … not something to be spoken aloud.
My fellow takes the cup, not thinking anything of the minor break with protocol, until she sees the order. She stares at me. “No.”
The woman, which I call her for no other greater insight into her terrifying being is within my grasp, simply stands on the other side and says, calmly but with a commanding tone I expect of Admirals in bad movies, “Yes.”
My fellow barista pales before her task. But we are dutiful, we are true to our task, great though it may be. She sets about clearing the two brand new Mastrena’s of all distraction, and sets two tall cups in the ready position. The energy packet is emptied into the venti cup, and the shots begin pouring.
The barista was damn near shaking. This woman’s gaze felt like the fires of the sun. Finally, the shots are pulled, the cup is filled, and the hand off takes place.
Our visiting Incomprehensible takes it to our milk bar and adds a dollop of cream. Satisfied, she proceeds to down what must have been half the damn cup.
Then she smiled at us, like a benediction and I was honestly filled with joy. And horror. She left, and we knew nothing more of her after that.
When I talk with other former employees, we quickly begin talking about “The Company” as if we’d never left, perhaps knowing that part of our soul still powers that awesome and terrible corporate machine. And when I share this story, other Baristas at first act shocked but quickly settle and comes the chorus,
“Yeah, I had one like that.”
world heritage post
me: watches criminal minds for 4 hours straight
someone: knocks on my door
me:
She dances in darkness and sings heathen songs by the light of the moon
“Don’t make the same mistakes that everyone else makes. Make wonderful mistakes. Make the kind of mistakes that make people so shocked that they have no other choice but to be a little impressed.”
— Jenny Lawson, Furiously Happy, 2015
Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score
SUN AND MOON
happy emmys day
I don’t want to grow up
I wanna build a fort in the woods and play using sticks as swords
None of my friends wants to play anymore.
not to hijack or anything OP but like I think this is one of the most devastating things about our society
we are taugh that we’re meant to spend our adult lives generating capital and recovering from generating capital and then doing it again
play is one of the most creative things a human can do and we’re not meant to stop playing when we get big, our storylines are just supposed to get in-depth
but capitalism is like “no, freedom to play is for CHILDREN, your purpose is to PRODUCE”
WoW tea
Most adult animals play too. Everyone needs to play to relieve stress and feel better, and society would be much less tiring and depressing if everyone understood this. What is really frustrating is when society will only allow playing (which includes anything creative) as a form of capital-generating work. Do you draw in your free time? Then you gotta master your skills and sell your art, otherwise it’s pointless and childish. Do you play videogames? If you aren’t good enough to be a competitive player and make money out of it then what’s the point? Do you play sports? Better to turn yourself into an actual athlete or you’re just being immature.
This mindset is so freaking toxic. You don’t need a reason or a goal to play or be creative. You need NO REASON besides the fact that it makes you happy.
The good words of the day
oOOOOH SH*t !!!by AnatoFinnstark
@lesbianmeouch
I've learned that every feeling will pass if you give it time. And if you learn to deal with your feelings, they'll pass by faster each time. So don't rush to cover them up by medicating them. You've got to deal with them.
— Brandon Stanton
sean brown.
Art by Musketon. http://www.musketon.com/
Hades speaks to me on a spiritual level
why does tumblr always relate to the satan of every fandom
Because it’s easier to identify with a flawed character then some kind of ultra human the hero normally is portrayed as.
fuck that was deep man
