If this gets 1 million notes I’ll make a dress out of these
And wear it to the nearest major city
SIGNAL BOOST AND IF IT GETS TO FOUR MILLION YOU’VE GOT TO MAKE A TIARA THAT MATCHES.
YOU’RE GONNA REGRET PUTTING THIS ON TUMBLR
COME ON PEOPLE SIGNAL BOOST
every time i see this it has more notes and i really look forward to when it reaches 1 million
WE’RE SO CLOSE
so im at work and bagging for this lady and her little kid and the kids askin me about what its like being a big kid and all that so he goes “do you have a girlfriend? is she pretty?” and i live in a pretty liberal area and it was pretty quiet in the store so i just calmly responded “actually i have a boyfriend, but he’s fairly pretty” and the mom just kinda pauses on her phone and looks down at her son like please dont say anything bad please dont embarrass me but he just gets so fuckin excited and is like “you can do that ???? i didnt know boys were allowed to have boyfriends!!” and hes turns to his mom and is pulling at her phone trying to get her attention and is just really excited like “mom did you know that ? can i have a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend ??” and she just started laughing and was like “if you want sure” and they took their groceries and left and im just standing there like
DID THAT JUST HAPPEN
THAT WAS SO CUTE
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Working last night and a lovely woman walked in and I swear I thought it was marlyann but it wasn’t and I got hella sad
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The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.
I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.
The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.
The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.
The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.
The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.
I think this is the first thing I ever read off Tumblr that made me cry.
holy shit this is terrifying
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I might want to cum.
I almost came looking at this
Okay but you’re gorgeous
Working last night and a lovely woman walked in and I swear I thought it was marlyann but it wasn’t and I got hella sad
Reblog this and some Yuan is coming your way
So #Starbucks has begun to penalize its employees for taking home out of date food. So anything that would have fed us and our families or donated to pantries and shelters must now be trashed under penalty of termination. Please call or tweet #starbucks and let them know you think this is horrible.
So let me reiterate exactly why this is horrible:
Because not only are they wasting food, they are taking food out of peoples mouths who needed it.
A lot of those people being the very people that starbucks employs, because even at a higher than minimum wage most places do not pay a living wage, many food service workers subsist on the food they serve to make ends meed each month.
On top of taking that food they are branding these people who are mostly trying to feed themselves, friends and family thieves. They are terminating people for “acts of theft” for food that is unfit to sell. Which not only takes money out of their pockets ( a still not livable wage even if they boast a higher than minimum one) but they are also blacklisting people from getting hired elsewhere.
And even when the food was not going to starbucks staff often times would be handed out by us or others to homeless people, or collected by churches and shelters.
Starbucks is not gaining any money through this policy, this policy does not benefit the customer. They are literally punishing us for being hungry and not paying for the food that many of us could not afford otherwise.
Starbucks Customer Service
PO Box 6363
Dover, DE 19905-6363Phone
800-Starbuc (800-782-7282)
Mon – Fri 5 AM – 8 PM (PST)
Sat – Sun 6 AM – 4 PM (PST)MSG
http://customerservice.starbucks.com/app/contact/ask_retail_stores/
You can also bombard their Facebook and Twitter Accounts and ask why they are punishing their partners for being hungry.
@ all the grocery stores too
@ Bk
The whole “if Latinx aren’t here then who’s going to work the fields, clean our homes, and cook our food” is not a compliment. It’s not being supportive. It’s gross. Our lives shouldn’t ONLY be considered when it effects white people. White people who say things like that don’t care about Latinx people. They care about how us not being here will effect them. They don’t care about how it will effect us. When they say that, They didnt take us or our families into consideration. They put themselves first.
Went to he hospital yesterday and some one put a Bernie 4 president sticker on the door
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Watch: Still unsure if white privilege exists? This should clear it up.
holy shit
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