The thing that gets me about Looking For Jobs is that every hiring site has like miles of just saying words at you that you have to scroll through. Talking about teamwork career building opportunities goals. Talking about “our mission” & it’s a grocery store
I’m too autistic for this amount of extraneous social song & dance bullshit I just want to know if you’ll pay me or not
You’re a grocery store. We both know you’re a grocery store. Your mission is to sell groceries. You could give a fuck about peace and love on planet earth. I could give a fuck about you. I’m here because we live in hell. You know this. I know this. You know I know this. I don’t know what you’re paying though. Because this page is longer than it has any goddamn reason to be and you put that information right at the bottom. With an asterisk next to it
i love being sober and talking to drunk people at parties cause i asked a guy “if you were a wizard what kind of spells would you cast” and i know he wasnt lying when he said “summon creatures”
“as i brushed her cornsilk tresses, i noticed petals of just the same colour as her hair dancing over my feet. cecilia covered her face with both hands as i continued to brush- all the while the pale flower petals fluttered down from her hair”
getting a muscle tank that shows off my top surgery scars is awesome also astoundingly someone thought i was straight today despite literally smacking my boyfriends calf, biting him and calling him baby all within the span of 10 minutes
During my research for this I realised she just doesn’t get enough love. She doesn’t even have enough myths, like, forget all the other gods, here’s one I would really like to see someone make more stories about.
pushing daisies really was a modern retelling of orpheus and eurydice in which they knew they wouldnt make it out of the underworld so instead they simply built a life together on the stairs
The most accurate rendition of a kid’s homemade book ever. Including drawing a barcode on the back which I did for all the books and cards I drew as a kid.
it’s fucked up that i can’t vivisect myself. i just want to take a look around the place cmon.
it’s literally My body and you’re telling me i can’t look at it without “dying of blood loss” or “passing out from shock”. major design flaw if you ask me.
i hope the anonymous person who sent the “i used to live in your house. i’m drunk in boston and it’s the only address i know. happy holidays” postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem
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