Imagine You Work At Some Fucking Roadside Diner In Buttfuck Nowhere And You Have To Wait A Table With

one of the only things i hate about being on prozac is that i CANT FUCKING CRY. what if i need to sob, and this stupid thing that makes it so i can function in public makes me have to bottle my emotions like my dad.

I think we could all just get along except for the people who really don’t wanna get along with everybody. we shouldn’t have to get along with them. That being said if they have a change of heart and wanna get along with everybody i would have no problem getting along with them. Unless they killed somebody or did something really bad to people they didn’t want to get along with. And this is a winning message that will resonate with voters i think

"dont smoke around your pets" okay well i dont even smoke im asthmatic. my dog smokes bc she needs to fucking chill sometimes and Yeah i light them for her Obviously bc she cant use a lighter. i dont get anyrhing out of this arrangment and i resent the implication. in fact shes giving ME secondhand smoke. so my question is why are you so hateful and jugemental and acting like an asshole to me making presumptions and shit about my life.

just so u know everything in the entire universe is always about love and when it isn't about love it is abt the absence of love. hope this makes sense

There is no prize to perfection… only an end to pursuit.

It's an open notes test and some dense motherfuckers still can't figure out the answers.

*guy who is very clearly going through. something* oh yknow. just a little tired haha

Happy pride month to the tiny cowboy and tiny Trojan man from Night at the Museum