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thempress:

People look down on McDonald’s employees but fail to realize that if all these folks left McDonald’s and pursued “better careers”  your ass wouldn’t be able to get a McDouble with an Oreo McFlurry at 3am. 

You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you. 

hella-misery-taco:

superbuffalo007:

hella-misery-taco:

unsuccessfulmetalbenders:

ctrayn:

unsuccessfulmetalbenders:

i am so tired of seeing all of these relatable text posts pasted onto tv show screencaps i need summer to end so some of you dont have the free time to be doing stuff like this anymore

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nobody is ever going to love you

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GEE, I WONDER WHAT SCREENCAP THIS COMMENT IS GOING TO BE ON

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sixpenceee:

Do you guys think we could ever live in a world without any crime? In high school, I had this discussion with my sociology teacher, and one theory was no, we can’t. Even if we had a world without murder, rape, and all that, the definition of crime itself would change in the hypothetical community. So perhaps something like dropping plates will have as much penalty as murder. And by this theory, a Utopian community can never exist. 

You can only fit so many words in a postcard. Only so many in a phone call. Only so many into space, before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness. It is hard to build a body out of words. I have tried. We have both tried.

Sarah Kay, “Long Distance Love” (via psych-facts)

Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.

David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest (via larmoyante)
just-a-skinny-boy:

kibblesundbitches:

So, I found this note in my bedroom at my parents’ house and had no idea why it was on my dresser or when I had received it. I have no recollection of it whatsoever. So I asked my mom, and she told me… (Background: Three years ago, I attempted suicide a few days before my brother was set to go to a friend’s cabin for a weekend. I was eighteen; he was 21) My parents had to force him to still go.  When I got home from the hospital, this was on my bed waiting. Christian suffers from severe OCD. At the time, he refused to hand write anything because his OCD was too severe to let him. He had to type, because it was easier to rewrite an entire assignment when it was on the computer than when it was handwritten. He would literally do an assignment 15-20 times before he could get through the whole thing.  So he apparently fought off his OCD just so he could write me a note so that I wouldn’t feel like he didn’t care. I wish I remembered this, because it makes me feel so loved to know about it now.  Guys. My brother is so fucking sweet.

This is amazing omg

just-a-skinny-boy:

kibblesundbitches:

So, I found this note in my bedroom at my parents’ house and had no idea why it was on my dresser or when I had received it. I have no recollection of it whatsoever. So I asked my mom, and she told me…
(Background: Three years ago, I attempted suicide a few days before my brother was set to go to a friend’s cabin for a weekend. I was eighteen; he was 21)
My parents had to force him to still go.
When I got home from the hospital, this was on my bed waiting. Christian suffers from severe OCD. At the time, he refused to hand write anything because his OCD was too severe to let him. He had to type, because it was easier to rewrite an entire assignment when it was on the computer than when it was handwritten. He would literally do an assignment 15-20 times before he could get through the whole thing.
So he apparently fought off his OCD just so he could write me a note so that I wouldn’t feel like he didn’t care.
I wish I remembered this, because it makes me feel so loved to know about it now.
Guys.
My brother is so fucking sweet.

This is amazing omg

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