"No one wants to work anymore." Damn right brother. If I could sit in a beautiful field for 40 hours every week of my singular precious life I would

girl help they are making me do my job at work

[ID: a headline from Reductress reading “Fascist? This woman just interrupted two baristas deep in conversation to ‘order a coffee.’” Below the headline is an image of two people wearing aprons, leaning against a wall and chatting. /end ID]

people are like "no one wants to work anymore" when every job application is like upload your resume and cover letter. okay now manually type out your resume and cover letter in our text boxes. okay now answer these 10 riddles. okay now take a rorschach test. okay now upload a photo of your childhood bedroom and explain the relationship between its layout and the adult you are today. okay now show us your youtube watch history. okay now define the color "red." okay now walk into a patch of poison ivy and take a selfie of you holding up a paper saying "i <3 ivy." okay now wave your hands in the air if you just don't care. that one was a trick to cull the applicants who don't care. okay now choose a loved one to sacrifice. great! thank you for submitting your application we will not be calling you

the most Child Emperor urge i have is to shout "BOOORRIINGGG!!!" when i have to witness something i dont like for too long

I will be forever haunted by this photo

listening to bobby dylan

Hehehe...

the problem with autism is sometimes you want to do something (brave) but you need someone to gently walk you through each step so you know what will happen. and people don’t like doing that

manager i cant come to work today i forgot how to mimic the behavior of a human. being

Ads for weight loss should be illegal. Hope this helps.

In the club reading poetryfoundation.com

hate how so much of adult friendship relies on updates, experiencing your life through pictures and tidbits. we had it good with childhood friends, could spend years and years basking in the same circumstance. now i just float through clouds of strangers, hungry for something solid and warm. yes i carry your heart within mine, yes i see the world through your eyes. but in that very moment i still feel alone, still know it's poor substitute for same room, twin smiles.

yes I DO live under a rock and her name is the Moon and she is always smiling but she teaches me nothing

i can’t find the ask now, but this is for whoever requested spock in drag