I think my parents consider me to be a god. Because they always ask me ridiculous questions that I don’t have the answer to.
If you’d rather go to a club than a museum, you deserve to be unhappy.
museum? what the fuck is in a museum? they got bitches in museums? alive bitches?
I don’t want to look back in five years time and think, ‘We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid.’ In 5 years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it.
today a dude slammed my finger on accident because he was closing a metal drawer i had my fingers in and i was on drive through and i literally screamed into the headset and the lady just kept ordering her drink as i was trying to hush down three different LOUD MEN SAYING “OH MY GOD WHAT DID HE DO TO YOUR HAND”
she just kept going
i screamed into a headset and she just kept going
working in customer service
is it too much to ask to get 100 dollars from every rich person in the world
I NEVER NOTICED UNTIL TEN MINUTES AGO THAT ANDY USED TO WEAR JESSIE’S HAT WHEN PLAYING WITH WOODY AND FOR SOME REASON THIS MAKES ME REALLY HAPPY
Wait a second…
Jessie’s previous owner, Emily, wore a hat similar to Jessie’s. And now Andy is wearing one.
Guys… what if Emily is Andy’s mom?!
please dont do this. not 10 years later please dont give me toy story feels