that’s a pretty, pretty, pretty good dress.
How do i get this?
I scrolled past this very quickly and thought it was john howard
The older I get the more I realise there are no grown ups and nobody knows what the fuck they’re doing.
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little planet girl floats down to me from the heavens and whispers into my ear “hey… shut the fuck up”
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DO YOU EVER JUST REMEMBER HOW MUCH YOU LOVE HARRY POTTER LIKE OUT OF NOWHERE THESE FEELINGS SWOOP IN AND PUNCH YOU IN THE HEART
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So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
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"Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you, or makes you happy."
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