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lee-e

Receptionist in question

kagilagilalas

the lord of the rings is a comedy

pile of petals

sunglasses emoji only wears his shades to hide the tears

mutant-distraction

chaos-bisexual

how rude of ben barnes to constantly be that sexy when i know full well his character is a BITCH

pissvortex

guy with a pocket knife whose only job at your work is to offer you his pocket knife when you are having trouble breaking down cardboard boxes

#the other day i was having trouble knifing into the paper towel dispenser #mostly because the place i have to knife into is directly on the top and i am small #(fun fact i figured out i can stand on a glass rack and reach much better now)#and josh just casually came strolling by #he's also like very tall for context #and whipped out a sweet knife and stabbed the dispenser and it popped right open #and i said hey cool knife #and he just looked me dead in the eye and said #thanks this is the knife i used to break into people's houses with it's my favorite #the best part is that i know for a fact that that statement is 100% true

presidentofthehotgirlclub

Whoever started this grind culture deserves to be kicked in the pussy I hate you and I hate working hard fuck you

dwagom

this is the cunt

kilgorezouzou

D E P L O Y

crim-bat

I’m not sorry

sexycraisinthanos

this is my favorite Star Wars post

spankerella

Spoiler alert: adulthood is 96% of you going “well, I hope this is how it works and I’ll keep doing it till someone yells at me”

bakasara

I like these posts because you read them as a teenager and you think, ‘surely these people are blowing it out of proportion’

AND THEN YOU REACH ADULTHOOD

c-rowlesblogs

Working in food service is so surreal because like... nothing I do for people is anywhere close to life and death, but some customers absolutely act as though it is. I look a woman dead in the eye and solemnly inform her that unfortunately we are out of oat milk, and I see her heart shatter in front of me, right there at the bakery counter at 8 in the morning. I feel like a handsome TV surgeon informing someone that their beloved fiancée died on the table. He’s gone... I’m so sorry. We lost him. We are out of oat milk