i am so proud of what you've accomplished. you're on an amazing journey that'll opening lots of doors, and i know you're headed to something huge and it's wonderful to watch you go. you are a joy and i'm very happy i am aware of you.
AWWWWW!!!! Oh my goodness, what a beautiful thing to say!!! Wow, I am so honored you would say that!!!
Once a customer stopped me when I was zoning health and beauty saying she thought I wasn't there that day because I'm actually a cashier but it was slow so they had pulled me. She said that I'm her favorite cashier and gave me coupons for a free bulk box of fish fillets and one for a bag of hamburger patties. They were the sort you get straight from the manufacturer. I was incredibly grateful being a college student working part time and I'll never forget her.
That is so random and awesome. Those manufacturer coupons are so much better than the regular circulated stuff(received a few myself). Being great at your job pays off even in smalls ways. Smiles, raises, or even the random coupon. Retail/fast food isn’t all that shitty if you look for the silver lining. It’s better if you do so that you’re not so immersed in the worst of it. That’s like poisoning yourself to death. Give yourself a lifeline to keep afloat. -Abby
“The fear generated by dividing us into genders, colors, religions and sexualities as a means to justify violence destroys the things that we depend on – not only as artists but as humans: the diversity of cultures, the chance to be enriched by something seemingly “foreign” and the belief that human encounters can change us for the better. These divisive walls prevent people from experiencing something simple but fundamental: from discovering that we are all not so different.
So we’ve asked ourselves: What can cinema do? Although we don`t want to overestimate the power of movies, we do believe that no other medium can offer such deep insight into other people’s circumstances and transform feelings of unfamiliarity into curiosity, empathy and compassion – even for those we have been told are our enemies.”
Because I like when you analyze things: What do you think the meaning behind Arsonist's Lullaby is?
i always thought arsonist’s lullaby was about compulsive destruction, namely self-destruction and the destruction of relationships
like the song feels very much about someone who found an outlet for their pain that was unhealthy but it’s the only outlet they know and the one that works best. it’s the only time they feel in control but they’re also not completely in control because it’s a compulsion. and they always think they can outgrow that thing that they’ve clung so tightly too but it’s a part of them. that’s why, i think, Lovable Gravedigger Hozier chose firestarters as the subject because it’s a destructive compulsive act that’s very much about a sense of control. so, when My Beautiful Tall Man Hozier says “Don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash” it’s like don’t erase that part of yourself but don’t let it control you again
how about some first date fluffleness with patrick pleaseeeeeee 🖤
The first thing I see when I open the door is the way his blue-green eyes sparkle and widen when they see me.
“Wow, (Y/N)” Patrick says, “You look…beautiful”
“Thank you” I say smiling, looking down with a blush, “You look really nice too”
“Thanks” Patrick grins, pink dusting his cheeks, “Are you ready to go?”
“Absolutely” I say, stepping out and turning to lock the door behind me.
Patrick grins when I turn back around, leading the way to his car. He opens my door for me, and closes it behind me before hurrying over to get in on the drivers side.
“So,” he starts nervously, turning to face me, “It’s kind of far , but I was thinking we could go to Navy Pier?”
“Really?” I ask excitedly.
“If you want to” Patrick says, biting his lip and looking at me, “I love it there. And its crazy beautiful around sunset”
“Sounds perfect” I grin.
Patrick grins back and turns the car on, carefully pulling out into the street and leaving the neighborhood.
On the way, we talk almost nonstop about music and movies, where we grew up, and other things that sometimes led to awkward pauses and a lull in conversation, but not today. Today, Patrick and I talked smoothly and happily, simply learning more about one another. I had seen him only a couple of times in the local music shop, but never talked to him much until he asked me out, so I wanted to learn as much as I could. The 45 minutes it takes to get there fly by, and suddenly Patrick is pulling into a parking spot at the end of a row, hurrying over to open my door.
I smile at him as I step out of the car, beaming at the site of the ferris wheel.
As we walk up to the ticket office, Patrick pulls his wallet out.
“Oh no, let me pay for my own ticket” I say, grabbing his wrist.
He looks at me, “Now now, what kind of gentlemen would I be if I made the lady pay?”
“A fair one?” I say teasingly.
“Okay, how about this” he says, compromising, “I’ll pay for the tickets, you can pay for the food”
“Deal” I agree happily, releasing his wrist.
We get the ride wristbands and enter the park. It’s busy, but other than that it’s a perfect day for this. We decide to start in the Crystal Gardens, walking around and admiring the pretty gardens and arrangements in there. After, we walk along the edge of the pier, stopping to listen to a local band that was playing on the main stage.
Patrick asks to share a cotton candy and I happily agree, buying us each one we walk along the pier, playfully shoving some into the other’s mouth. After we finish, I feel Patrick’s pinky finger hesitantly wrap around my own, and then the rest of his fingers slowly follow, so I intertwine my fingers with his and try not to smile too obviously.
We stop at a few more various attractions, making our way around also the whole pier.
“It’s almost sunset,” Patrick says, shading his eyes and looking towards the horizon, “Want to do the ferris wheel?”
I nod, changing our direction to find the line to the large attraction, and standing at the end. After around a fifteen minute wait, the two of us board the ride, right as the sky starts changing from a pale blue to a faint orange.
By the time we reach the top, the sky is an impressionist painting of oranges and pinks, with a few clouds reflecting the brilliant colors even stronger.
Patrick smiles at the view, shifting over to place his arm around my shoulders, making sure I was okay with it before settling his arm on me. I grin happily and lean into him. All too soon, we reach the bottom again and I reluctantly detach myself from Patrick to get off the ride. We walk to the edge of the pier, watching the last remnants of the sun disappear below the water line. Deciding to call it a day, we head back to Patrick’s car, holding hands the whole way. The ride back home is crazy fun. The windows rolled down, we belt out the lyrics to whatever songs happen to be on the radio as the last remaining light fades from the sky. It’s fully dark and the stars are shining by the time we reach my house again. Patrick jumps out the car, and races around to open the door for me again. We hold hands as we walk reluctantly up the front path to my door, stopping and facing each other when we reach it.
“Today was really fun” I say, looking up at him.
“Yeah it was. I’m glad you liked it” he responds, grinning.
“Liked it? Patrick it was perfect.” I grin, jokingly poking him in the chest, “You’re like some kind of professional first date planner”
“You wanna know a secret?” he asks, reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
“What?” I ask with a smile, breath catching at the feeling of his fingers running across my cheek.
“I’m pretty good at second dates too”
“Yeah?” I grin up at him. He shrugs, smiling back at me.
“I think you’ll have to prove it to me” I say.
“Yeah, I think that would be a good idea” he nods, smiling down at me happily.
“Goodnight Patrick” I say quietly.
“Goodnight (Y/N)” he whispers back, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine in a soft, slow kiss.
Your songs are very amateur in the sense that you don't have studio equipment or anything and it certainly doesn't sound professional, but music doesn't need to sound professional to sound and be good. Your soungs are beautiful, your voice is beautiful and anyone who says otherwise needs to clean the earwax out of their ears??? Like seriously??? Thas nasty
This is really really nice thank you thank you thank you 💌
when moana realizes who te ka is and the ocean parts, everything slows down, that soft music starts to play, and she walks calmly across the seafloor as te ka claws her way towards her, then the music slows and they stare into each others eyes as moana reaches out to her > every movie in existence