

Had to label the old trash barrels so the collectors would know to take them
This should be the last post on tumblr before it is shut down.
Nights with you, mornings with you, everything with you.
All you can do is learn your lesson. There’s no point in wishing you had did differently. The past is the past.
me: *is overwhelmed by things i absolutely have the time to do*
cant wait til im 30, on a balcony in a foreign country, drinking wine, wearing nothing but a silk robe, & have filled 18 notebooks
This got rid of my anxiety temporarily??
i love whatever accent this is
I like to imagine that this is what all news is like in Great Britain.
the other day at work, i asked a woman her name– like i do for everyone, because we have to write it on the cup–and she goes “we come in here all the time. you should really know our names by now” as if i don’t serve hundreds of people a day or as though a nondescript middle aged white woman made such an impact upon me that i’d remember her. i was feeling pretty impatient and irritable though, so i covered my name tag with my hand and asked her my name and she didn’t know it and at least had the decency to change demeanor from haughty and superior to sort of quietly embarrassed and i’m fairly sure that’s the only thing i’ve ever done at work that matters to me.


Damn, 500?!
okay but all joking and internet shit aside, john cena is actually an amazing fucking human being
stop for a minute and realize you are a 10lb brain piloting a slab of meat