Office by Alex Penny
PEW PEW PEW.
once i had a breakdown and cried into my pillow and this happened and i feel like this is an accurate representation of my current mental state
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THIS GUY JUST ASKED ME WHAT MY NAME WAS AND I DIDNT UNDERSTAND WHAT HE SAID SO I SAID 4:45
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snooozeee
i love this. simply because of its simplicity. she has got a baggy serene white t-shirt on with classic p-j shorts on, and a pillow that her grandma probably gave to her. imagine. in her perspective. she was up all night last night with her grandma drinking too much tea and just small gossiping, outside, counting the stars instead of sheep. she was away from everyone, just with her grandma, the one she loves the most. she doesn’t care about her looks or anything. her perfect little eyes started getting droopy as it was very very late. her grandma goes inside. comes back with a pillow. and says “this pillow, looks so simple but do you know what? i believe that this pillow was for you. you are the girl who wore vintage denim, who is a fence sitter, who talks to much. who would rather a jog than walk. you dont think people notice you. i always see you looking absent-mindedly into space. You have the memory of a sieve. You’ll have a shower when you look at your feet and notice that they are dirty. when you were a child no matter how many years went past, you never grew up, and you still believe wonderland exsists. So fall into wonderland with this pillow.” she smiles, and softly whispers i love you. she goes a bit furter into the back yard and climbs onto the hammock and she drifted into her wonderland.
idek i just like this photo^^^^^^
or maybe she just grabbed a pillow from inside, put her camera on timer and took a picture pretending to be asleep
but yeah, either one
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He carried his kid all the way up the mountain
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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a canoe and a kayak fall in love: it is a forbidden rowmance
Sounds like a beautiful…ship.
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