
the most accurate picture of the retail industry

the most accurate picture of the retail industry
lips: soft face: soft hair: soft heart: soft
lips: chapped face: oily hair: greasy heart: clogged
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tired of these weak ass naps…. time to level up bitch put me in a coma
why are burns and smithers on the ceiling
lms if u want a relationship like dis<3333
i love cows and their long fucking eyelashes what kind of beauty icons
this is so pure
i’m going to scream i’m so bored all the time but nothing interests me and i don’t have the energy to do anything like i have a list in the back of my head of all this stuff i want to accomplish but when i think about actually doing any of it my brain just like hits a wall and suddenly it sounds like the most unappealing thing in the world
I live in a world where Mewtew is quoted alongside Mother Teresa.
People with depression score higher on tests of realism. Intelligence is positively correlated with mental illness and suicide. What this indicates is that if the mind understands too much about reality, it wants to destroy itself. Human life is existential horror.
this is so fake deep like i’m dumb as shit and still wanna die
:-(
CBS Scorpion 3x01 “Civil War”
sorry everyone
Excuse me.
Sorry, did you say she wasn’t a role model?
marilyn is my biggest role model so don’t even go there
and let’s not forget this
Ella Fitzgerald was not allowed to play at the popular Mocambo, in Hollywood, because of her race. Marilyn, who loved her music and supported civil rights, called the owner of the Mocambo and told him that if he booked Ella immediately, she would take a front table every night. The owner said yes, and Marilyn was there, front table, every night. After that, Ella never had to play in a small jazz club again.
“She was an unusual woman – a little ahead of her times. And she didn’t know it.” - Ella Fitzgerald about Marilyn Monroe
But what does history remember her for?
my life is constantly just an inner monologue of “why did I do that”