The new girl at work closed the compactor machine door when i was stepping away from it and it smacked the back of my ankle, bruising it and basically scraping all the skin off it and i s2g i’ve never been in so much pain. They bandaged my foot and gave me slippers to wear my manager happened to have in her locker and i managed most of the rest of my shift but OUCCCCCCCCCCH.

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tracymcconnell: "love you xoxoxxoxooxxo"

jacq ily you’re my favourite ever xoox

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Make me choose - Mindpalacedisruption asked: Gondor or Rohan?

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why does anyone even care about other people doing things that have no negative outcome? like let girls take selfies with starbucks!! let straight dudes wear weird clothes!! let gay people be as feminine or as masculine as they want!! the next time you find yourself getting annoyed at someone, ask yourself “is this disrespectful? is this harmful to me or anyone else?” if the answer is no, then let it go - you probably have bigger things to worry about anyways

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Anonymous: "Your eyes are really pretty. They go well with the other prettiness all over your face :3"

asdfghjkl no thank you you’re the sweetest :)))))


“But here is the truth of nostalgia: we don’t feel it for who we were, but who we weren’t. We feel it for all the possibilities that were open to us, but that we didn’t take. Time is like wax, dripping from a candle flame. In the moment, it is molten and falling, with the capability to transform into any shape. Then the moment passes, and the wax hits the table top and solidifies into the shape it will always be. It becomes the past, a solid single record of what happened, still holding in its wild curves and contours the potential of every shape it could have held. It is impossible not to feel a little sad, looking at that bit of wax. That bit of the past. It is impossible not to think of all the wild forms that wax now will never take. The village, glimpsed from a train window, beautiful and impossible and impossibly beautiful on a mountaintop, and you wonder what it would be if you stepped off the train and walked up the trail to its quiet streets and lived there for the rest of your life. All variety of lost opportunity spied from the windows of public transportation, really. It can be overwhelming, this splattered, inert wax recording every turn not taken. ‘What’s the point?’ you ask. ‘Why bother?’ you say. But then you remember — I remember! — that we are even now in another bit of molten wax. We are in a moment that is still falling, still volatile, and we will never be anywhere else. We will always be in that most dangerous, most exciting, most possible time of all: the Now. Where we never can know what shape the next moment will take. Stay tuned next for, well…let’s just find out together, shall we?”

Welcome To Night Vale episode 21, “A Memory Of Europe” (via nobodyreallywantsus)

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Make me choose - Anonymous asked: Westeros or Essos?

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