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@whutchadoin
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
w-what if potato is actually lucky
I'm desperate ☠️
only chain mail I tolerate
Please, golden potato. Bless me with health, wealth, and the determination to tackle next year with tenacity and new life.
God I miss old tumblr.
I hate that I’m still here. I hate that if I go I will hurt the very people I want to heal. I hate that I have to convince myself to stay everyday. I hate that things are slowly, gradually removed from me. I hate that I’m still here
trigger warning //
suicide will always be an option for me. anytime something goes wrong or even a small problem, a minor argument, or even one small mistake happens i will always consider just ending it all. i know my preferred methods of suicide already, i already have been saving and hiding what i would need. i have no idea if my first method of choice would work or not so i already have a plan b method. i just don’t have the guts, courage, and drive to listen to myself and do it already. but oh god i want to. i want to more than anything. killing myself will always be a possibility. it will always be in the back of my mind. even on the good days. at this point i can’t imagine me not contemplating suicide daily. or at least thinking about it. considering it. this is what i’ve been waiting 5 years for. i want it so bad. but not bad enough because my fear and the what-ifs still stop me. i am scared of surviving and failing the attempt but i also am scared of succeeding. i feel like such a coward. a failure. for being scared of succeeding AND failing at attempting suicide.
Unmute !
Can you imagine the lights going out and accidentally bumping into this door and hearing that shit?! My soul would vacate my body through my asshole
At Mount fuji
Forget the rest of the fireworks around the world, these are the best. HNY.
The finale HOLY SHIT!!!
This is actually the first time I was impressed by a firework
For anyone interested, the music is by a composer named Thomas Bergersen, and the piece playing is called Homecoming from his Illusions album. I listen to his music whenever I need to be inspired to write.
The uninhibited dopamine of it all
i never knew fireworks could be serene. i feel calmer, and maybe a little bit enlightened.
You couldn’t take the song out of the movie and you couldn’t take movie out of the song.
–––– John Hughes
I’M DEAD
Fun fact: if you know your feline body language, you’ll notice that the lynx is deferring to the housecat. As far as these two are concerned, the housecat is the higher-ranking cat.
OH MY GOSH
It’s because the cat is that lynx’s mom
BIG STRONG DAUGHTER
this is an insult
I once applied and interviewed at a bookstore cafe for a barista position. It was way closer to my home, and I had almost a decade of experience working in a coffee shop at that point.
Got to the interview, and it turned out they didn’t want a barista, they wanted someone to spearhead their new cafe, as the cafe that had been in the store before didn’t want to resign their lease with the bookshop. They wanted to put their own cafe in its place, all new menus etc. They needed someone experienced to train their new staff, to handle window displays, to communicate with the bookstore owners about changes and needs of the cafe, to be able to handle inventory and ordering.
Okay, I had basically done most of that stuff at my previous job. I asked if cafe positions would also be required/trained to work the bookstore. They would. They would be required to run the book sale counter, stock and reshelf books, and help bookshop customers find things. They would also–despite having an outside cleaning company–have to help maintain bathroom cleanliness. They’d have to take out trash, and clean spills, and vacuum. Wow, that’s a lot, I said. Is this a manager’s position, then?
No, I was told, it wasn’t, but there was a chance that after a training period it might become one. And that made me pause, because I’d been working as the front-of-house manager at my cafe, and I knew how much work that entailed, and what kind of money I was making, and it was only the commute that had me looking for a new job. So I asked what the job paid. $8. E I G H T D O L L A R S. Per hour. Barely above minimum. For all of that work. For someone they expected to get an entirely new cafe up and running, and then also do the work of the bookstore and the cleaning company as well. I thanked the woman for the interview, said I’d have to talk to my significant other about the impact a four dollar pay cut would have on our finances, and that I wasn’t sure it was the job for me. She asked me to sleep on it, and she’d call me the next day. This is a job I was way more than qualified for. I had years of experience doing exactly the things they wanted. It was a convenient location, close to my home–I could walk there if I absolutely had to. I did not go home and talk about that four dollar pay cut and what it would do to our finances. I knew as soon as she told me that not only was it not feasible for us, it was downright insulting. That little money? For a frankly ridiculous list of responsibilities and expectations? She called back the next day. I thanked her again, and told her in no uncertain terms that my time was worth way more than what they were offering. And whenever people bitch about Millennials being lazy, not spending money, not buying houses…whatever the complaint of the month is…I think about the very nice lady who conducted this interview, and how confused she was that I didn’t want the job.
where’s the fucking notes on this thing this is peak gen z culture
Everyday, it gets worse
Why couldn’t I just have died? All the close calls, all the stupid situations I put myself in and I made it through. Others, much more deserving, risked so much less and didn’t make it. And yet I’m here. Instead of feeling like these days are gifts, as they should, they feel like punishment. My mom has to announce several times a day how she wishes she was dead. And how my dad should be dead already. When I still had my own place, dealing with her over the phone took all of my patience. But I knew I could hang up and remove myself if I needed. But because the Universe continues to fuck me over, I lose my job and apartment within the same month. And I’m forced to choose between homelessness or coming into their studio apartment. I don’t belong here. Me and her fight every day. I try to tell her that sometimes she has to keep things to herself, that to hear this day in and day out from your own mother wears on me. That I am trying to maintain what little sanity I have and get myself out of here as quickly as possible. One would think that she would want that as well, but it seems she just wants to bring me into her distorted reality where saying these things every day is normal. And I should just accept it. Maybe I’m wrong, that I came into her home expecting some stability. Either way, I can only hope that one of these days the police show up and then I can be free of this insanity. I wish I had the courage to do it myself, but I don’t. Another fail for me. Hopefully whatever deity can hear me can grant me the sweet release I obviously don’t deserve, but desperately need. My parents don’t deserve what they got, and I don’t deserve to suffer anymore.
