The last 20 minutes have been odd.
Tonight has been so weird! Something is definitely up with people tonight. I finished work at 2.15am and when my cab got to my house, some random dude started yelling at me through the cab, came over opened the door, called me by my first name and said he had either seen me, searched me or some other slurred verb last night. Except I was in my room doing washing and sleeping last night so no...
bitchouttahell: shout out to all of the custodians, cooks, garbage truck drivers, cafeteria workers, bus drivers, waiters, and every one else whose jobs and entire fucking existences get shit on by the same people who wouldn’t know what to do with their lives if they had to do anything for themselves
Writing is thinking. To write well is to think clearly. That’s why it’s so hard.– David McCullough (via perfect)