Coasting through life with the emotional maturity and financial acumen of a 14-year-old, and the aesthetic tastes and musculoskeletal health of a 76-year-old.
1. It may be time to accept that I will never sky dive or travel to Africa or South America, because frankly, I am too scared.
2. Being too scared to do those things does not necessarily mean that I am uninteresting.
3. The occasional rushes of venomous resentment I feel towards those brave enough to do them is simply a character flaw I must learn to manage, and not an unforgivable sin that I need to completely purge from by being in order to be a good person.
I wish I could fast forward my life 6 months just to see if I’m okay
(via isnthesweet)
I work at the mall of america and no one gets it right.. They just buy neon shit. NO.
I loved working at Ragstock, but the number of people who came in every day looking for clothes to wear to an eighties party made me determined to never throw an eighties party as long as I live. Ditto on ugly Christmas sweaters, even though I never worked holiday there. I heard the stories.
(Source: inthebellyofaelephant)
Applied for an internship which asks that all applicants be proficient in touch-typing - “at least 60 words per minute.” Went to Google the phrase “touch typing speed test.” Made a mistake typing that phrase.
Let’s see how this goes, guys.
people asking me what kind of music i like is such a stressful experience
(Source: purgeahontas, via katsavegan)
a little sumthing for ma lady Rita.
My boyfriend did this fantastic drawing of our two favorite Pokémon high-fiving. JEALOUS?
(via subjectofchange)
honestly sometimes in school people say the most ridiculous shit and I make this face and look somewhere at an imaginary camera like I’m on The Office
At work, so much.
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