Peter Solarz

No title available
RMH
hello vonnie
Cosmic Funnies

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

shark vs the universe
DEAR READER

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Claire Keane

JVL

★
NASA
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
dirt enthusiast
styofa doing anything
KIROKAZE
todays bird

#extradirty

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Indonesia
seen from Bangladesh

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Australia
seen from Australia
seen from El Salvador
seen from Vietnam
seen from Germany
seen from Bosnia & Herzegovina

seen from Australia
seen from United States

seen from Sweden
seen from Germany
seen from Canada

seen from Italy
seen from Canada
seen from United States
@wtfmelissa93
my spotify algorithm: finally!! I know what music you like!
me: (listens to “Take Me Home, Country Roads” for an hour)
my spotify algorithm:
#me everyday
online job application: what would you do if there were only 2 lifeboats left
A: lovingly give them both to 1 customer and die
i say idk alot but trust me
i be knowin
“My wife urged me to take this little trip to New York so that I can clear my head. It’s just for two days. But my leash has been so short lately that it feels like an eternity. Part of me definitely died when our daughter was born. I was always a free spirited person. I traveled a lot. I never had a boss. I had all the choices in the world. But a lot of that disappeared in order to make things possible for my daughter. I watch her during the day. And I’m not mad about it. This is the happiest time of my life. It would be great if my daughter was here right now. It’d be so fun to watch her run around the park. But I’d also be worried about her safety. And the diaper bag. And the car seat. And the stroller. And our next meal. And our next place to stay. There’s always a flickering flame of worry that doesn’t go away. Back home we live by the beach. And if my wife ever senses that I’m getting overwhelmed, she tells me to go jump in the ocean. And that resets me for a few days. It’s all I need. I just need a little space to be me. Because it can be so easy to get lost in helping a new person become someone.”
“Listen here you fucking twink, telephone pt 2 is not going to happen, ever. Now take your soy frappuccino and get the fuck out”
Me during a long shift:
Time is nothing. I don’t exist. There is no outside world. This store is all I know. There is nothing else. I will live out my life here and die here.
do u ever just purposefully not look @ ur bank account because u know u fucked up
Cashier: can't scan a broken barcode on a product
Millennial: oh no shall I get a new one??
baby boomer: I guess it's free ha ha ha!!!!
being nice to waiters is so easy and good the relief in their eyes when you arent angry that you had to wait for 10 minutes makes me sad so just. be nice to waiters
Do you ever notice yourself getting bad again…like, you know you’re not doing work that needs to be done, you know you’re not cleaning, you know you’re not taking care of yourself…you know all the things you need to do to start trying to feel better. But you just can’t. And you’re left feeling like shit bc you thought you were getting better but here we are
“People are freaking out about this edible cookie dough!” All cookie dough is edible if you aren’t a bitch
It is literally impossible to save money when you are poor.
One more time for those in the back: It is literally impossible to save money when you are poor.
This isn’t because of bad planning or irresponsibility. It is because everything costs money all of the time, poverty is engineered by capitalism, and being poor is fucking expensive.
I’ll never forget the time when my then-boyfriend told me that I should buy a $75 pair of work shoes instead of the $10 work shoes I’d bought only months ago that were already falling apart. His reasoning was that better-made shoes would last longer and I wouldn’t have to buy shoes so often. This didn’t take into account the fact that I would need that extra $65 for the power bill, groceries, gas, car insurance, etc.
I have never been given good advice from a non-poor person when it comes to money. Ever. Because all of their advice is predicated on the idea that somehow you aren’t working hard and that money is available to you if you just want it bad enough. Non-poor people have been made to think that they are somehow just naturally good with their money, but when you ask them to think critically when it comes to money, they lose all logic.
Let me be clear: Poor people are some of the hardest working, creative, and smartest people I have ever met. We wouldn’t survive otherwise.
sometimes i get a little stressed out because i’m living in a part of history that’ll one day be talked about and discussed and papers written and what am i doing? what have i done? laundry, barely