me and the two suitcases i’ll be living out of for the next ten days are outta here. conor’s house, then wv, nc, md, and back again. bye!
someone is going to say “i have to go to the moon” in a bored, defeated tone one day
—I left my wallet on the moon.
second interview date set, second demonstration model on lock. now to just spend my entire n.c. beach vacation on eggshells.
when you over-hear a joke in someone else’s conversation and accidentally laugh out loud
the salon i’ve applied to wasn’t satisfied with the demonstration haircut i gave at my interview so they asked me back to give a second one. now i need to find a second model, willing to get layers, on a random thursday in august at noon. i want to cry, i am so stressed out.
Im finally what you’d call a “regular” at a place. I walked into the coffee shop this morning and both girls were like “Ahhh omg u cut and colored your hair how cute how are you!! Do you want a cold brew coffee?”
I was like yeah, yeah I do and sunglasses fell from the sky and onto my face
i was in the dressing room at my favorite thrift store yesterday (i go every single wednesday that i am in town) and i heard the cashier that always rings me up talking about how her “regulars” know how things work around here. i pretended she was talking about me because if she didn’t mean me, after two plus years, i’d be pretty upset.
Eliezer Yudkowsky (via rampias)
Being a “product of their times” is no excuse. Never let someone off the hook for bigotry.
straight people are so weird wtf like heres a drawing of two animals in love but one has eyelashes so you know these are Straight Animals
Even their god damn umbrellas have to be heteronormative.