indeed.com: hello person with a graphic design degree we think you'll be great match for (checks notes) dying in a coal mine

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lierdumoa

I reblog this every time I see it, because it’s one of life’s hardest lessons.

“Do or do not, there is no try” is the worst damn advice I was ever been given as a child. Fuck telling kids that their mistakes are the result of deliberate choice; let them know that they can fail for reasons totally beyond their control, and let them know that it’s just important that they earnestly try.

I can’t believe Captain Picard learned everything he knows from Beyoncé.

Always reblog Picard and Beyoncé

If you ever, and I mean EVER think that you fucked something up royally, remember that the organizers of the 1904 Olympic marathon:

- Had zero stations for water on the 26 mile (42 km) course

- Accidentally gave North American competitor Tom Hicks a cocktail made of egg whites, brandy, and actual fucking rat poison

- Had a guy come into the race late wearing a beret and cutoff slacks, sneak into an apple orchard during the race because no food had been given to him for 40 hours, eat rotten apples, projectile vomit onto the track, fall asleep for hours, and finish in fourth place OVERALL because most of the other runners collapsed of exhaustion or injuries

- Conducted the race on a dusty road, which caused so much dust to be kicked into the air that an American runner somehow inhaled enough to tear his STOMACH LINING open

- Accidentally released feral dogs onto the track

- Fucked the other competitors up SO BADLY that Tom Hicks—the guy who ate RAT POISON and was HALLUCINATING the entire run—came in first place

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roachfurby

I just saw an enamel pin that made me go through all 7 stages of grief in under minute

roachfurby

Violent, nauseating, confusion was followed by the immediate sting of salty tears, near-manic, hysterical laughter swallowed whole by fear, body shaking so hard as to mirror the cataclysmic emotional upheaval I was experiencing.

and then, as if drawn by a benevolent god, my eyes drifted to the seller name. At once, the typhoon of panic subsided. A knitter, of course, this is about yarn, of course... of course.......

sirjaybobobka

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pokememoan

this is what being poor is like

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reversecentaur

the inevitable conclusion

chaoflaka

So 2016 is SO bad that it made the creator of this meme give us an alternative version of “This is Fine”.

2016? PSSHHHHH

God remember when we thought 2016 was the worst year….

Source: animatedtext

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dragongrowlings

The panic over COVID-19 causing people to hoard shit unnecessarily means I can't find medical supplies (like disinfecting alcohol wipes) without paying an obnoxiously exorbitant amount.

Generally healthy, able-bodied people don't need masks, exam gloves, or alcohol swabs to protect themselves against COVID-19. But chronically ill people and their caretakers do need those supplies to live their everyday lives.