Guess I'll Die

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jukkapaa

girl what the fuck is even the theme of a midsummer night’s dream. is there even a lesson to be learned. is it just vibes or what

puck at the end of the play: god did you see that shit? insane, right? haha alright take it easy

“I can’t always make you happy but you don’t have to be sad on your own.” - Daniel Saint.

thinking about how joel was wringing his hands here. the amount of visible discomfort he felt when maria was offering hot showers, warm clothes, houses to stay in- something he was supposed to be able to offer to ellie

he was dwelling in such denial over his fear of being an insufficient caretaker and guardian to the point of feeling physical stiffness in his body and over his face. to the point of claiming that they had been “doing just fine” because his mind couldn’t comprehend the antithesis of such. jackson was the physical embodiment of what he longed to give ellie- real comfort and security- and he struggled with this reality hammering into his head of just how self-sufficient this community was as opposed to him. he was responsible for ellie. he was meant to provide the best for her. and here was someone else who had procured and provided the necessities joel hadn’t come close to replicating

I was rewatching this part because... my heart... and something that struck me is how much Ellie does not fucking care about any of that. She is honestly kind of uncomfortable with taking any of it, even. She asks about her old clothes, she's fidgeting super bad while Maria's cutting her hair, and she's just like really on edge.

Like even seeing a movie, that's a thing she should be excited about, because I can't imagine she gets to see many of those, but she's huffy about it, she's not paying attention at all and basically the second Maria isn't looking at her, she takes off to try to find Joel.

None of those things matter to her without him.

THE LAST OF US (2023) S01E08 - When We Are In Need

#making silly faces is reserved only for his daughters

US wages frozen since the 80’s

On Jan. 1, 1981, the minimum wage went from $3.10 to $3.35.

19 days later, Republican Ronald Reagan took office.

The minimum wage stayed at $3.35 for almost 10 years.

April 1, 1990, the minimum wage was finally raised a small amount.

It went from $3.35 to $3.80.

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Fast-forward to 2022….and the rate is $7.25.

That’s an increase of $3.90 in over 40 years.

Less than a $4.00 increase in OVER 40 YEARS.

Rent, food, health care, tuition and everything else has gone up.

WAY UP.

We need a Living Wage NOW!

Shout out to the time my pastor responded to problems with the sound system with something along the lines of “The enemy is trying to mess with Christ’s message even now.” It has completely redefined how I deal with technical difficulties. Rather than get angry when the Internet goes off out of nowhere at work, I have to fight not to burst out laughing because all I can think is,

I wish lesbians were as easy to find in real life as they are on tumblr

11 FUCKING THOUSAND NOTES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WHERE ARE YOU ALL COME DATE ME

ok

update: we are dating

update: we are married

update: we knocked up

This is the cutest story on the entirety of Tumblr, I swear to god!!!!!

Update: had a baby together

Update: he’s 1 year old today

Update: he’s 2 today

World Heritage Post

Awesome

like to charge, reblog to cast

i go absolutely ape shit buck wild when people ask me if i want to run errands with them like Let’s Fucking Go. and my mind absolutely maxes out of dopamine when they ask if i wanna stop for coffee. and if someone took me to the park id go bonkers in funcking yonkers

i got so high last night that i started ghostwriting for a golden retriever apparently

New Moon 2009, dir. Chris Weitz

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER (1997-2003) “Amends”

Review of a butterfly farm… 🦋

I interned at a place w butterflies and had to tell a mom to please stop offering the “snacks” on the pedestals to her kids and we had to give a speech to all the ppl who entered which I added lines to daily. Including the infamous “butterflies like fruit that’s a little older than what we eat, so the fruit is just for them! Please don’t eat it!” And “please please please please please don’t come in here if you’re afraid of butterflies.” It was the closest thing to hell I’ve ever experienced

*going to a butterfly farm* there better not be any fuckin butterflies in here

i love when random tumblr users find my blog and go through it liking and reblogging everything in a frenzy, it feels like i’ve been cultivating a nice backyard with a lovely birdbath and feeder and i’ve glanced out the window to see a bird going absolutely wild with it