the man who owns and runs the thai restaurant in my town knows me by name. he is one of the kindest and most thoughtful men i know. i started ordering from his place back in january, which was when i got my fibromyalgia diagnosis. back then i was using a walker, had limited mobility in my entire body but especially my hands, and was very visibly in pain. i always ordered the same thing: yellow curry with no meat, potatoes and carrots only (i have texture and other dietary issues). he always made it a point to make sure i could get out the door and carry the food safely. he had his workers package the food so that it was easier for me to open. as i kept coming back and i told him a little bit about my health status, he would always encourage me to keep going. he told me about how the spices he used were good for inflammation and began to edit the recipe just for me so that spices that were even better for fighting inflammation were used. he’d give me extra portions and despite the fact that i would tip every time, i realized later that he never charged my card for them. as time went on and my condition began to get better, especially with the help of a physical therapist, he would make encouraging remarks and tell me how happy he was for me. the day i came in without my walker, he practically jumped for joy, and despite my insistence, he gave me my meal for free that day. i continue to make progress with my conditions and i continue to go to the thai place. this man who does not know me personally and who i hardly know anything about is one of my favorite people. it’s interactions with humans like these that make loving life easier. and his curry really does help my chronic condition. it’s comfort food taken to the next level.
This made me cry. People are good.
recently I've been infected by her and it's bad
“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”
— Vincent Van Gogh
“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.”
- Vincent van Gogh
hi, i am really stuck in a bad position right now and i don't know where else to turn besides to my blog for some hope that i can figure out this situation. i'm currently lost on our housing situation as i have come upon the hardest time financially that i think i ever have. i am negative $1,023 in my primary checking account. my daughters daycare will automatically process payment tomorrow morning. rent is due in a week. i have less than 30 days to come up with $6,500 to keep our house. everywhere else in the area is $1200+ to rent. i have a cosigner ready for our house and literally the only thing i need is $6,500. i honestly don't know what else to do, i've been scrambling for the past 2 months trying to get by and trying to get ahead and i just can't for some reason. i have multiple job applications in but they obviously won't hire me before i need these things. i'm overwhelmed and frustrated and i'm writing this out of desperation. i am still selling anything online you can think of in return for help with our situation. advertising, content, social media managing, i'll make you a resume, i'll do your homework, whatever. i have a gofundme here trying to raise the funds for the house but the deadline is shorter as time has passed and i really sat on my hands hoping i could do something myself. it's just myself and my two daughters and i've already exhausted all other options, the fact that i have a cosigner is a fucking miracle and it's now completely fallen on me to keep us afloat. i appreciate anything at all. i even appreciate advice as i genuinely don't know what to do and if you share this i appreciate you more than you know. thank you guys a lot for all your help over the years, i love each and every one of you. our cashapp and venmo are unclefather
The way they were both like “that’s all you” lmfaoooooo
“Imma bitch bro” 😂😂😂
"Go ahead bruh" 🤣
so when I was in juvie for arson, my first cellmate was really chill and cool and we talked about a lot of stuff; I told him about arson methods and he taught me about shoplifting, etc, it was pretty chill. we played cards and honestly I was enjoying my time, reminded me of summer camp. but then he got out and the kid who replaced him was a super dysfunctional weirdo. loved to randomly scream just to startle me, and he'd spit on the walls from the top bunk so it would run down the wall next to my head while I was trying to sleep. anyway we're in a cell so there's a toilet we gotta take turns on and he was shitting there once, and he was pulling has pants up real high on his legs so I couldn't see anything. like I wasn't trying to look at him but he made a big deal about pulling his pants over his weiner. he was talking to me about it. and he told me something that stuck with me ever since. he said that, whenever he shits, he has to keep his dick warm, or else the cold will make it get so small that it will retract inside of him and make him throw up. and in almost two decades since then I've never been able to figure out what the fuck he was talking about
🤣
Fucking crying
I found this at one of the tourist traps in Clearwater and it took everything in me not to put it on a pair of booty shorts.
they did NOT need to include the unfiltered snyder cut of the ™️Lolussy
I spent the better part of the last decade slowly but surely becoming a better person and eventually reaching a place where I felt that the default state of my being was good. Overall good ya know. Nobody getting significantly hurt, including me which was new. But being comfortable in the good is weird. I spent so long just considering myself an irredeemable person. I missed out on a lot of things I think by being raised in so many households with no loving model of a family to rub together between all of us. Like, no loving couple I should say. We are all family regardless and love one another in our own ways, but there was never anyone in my family that was in a healthy relationship. That's certainly no excuse for things done in adulthood but I think about how important those formative years were (for me of course, but everyone else too) and how shit effects you in the long run. I think I'm lucky enough to at least have had a model of right and wrong and good and bad. I always knew what I shouldve been doing even if I wasnt doing it at the time. I was always able to try for better and grow and I did. I spent a long while thinking that I was putting on a mask and acting like I was a good person but honestly I think all that shit is bologna now. Nobody is right or wrong and I'm no more redeemable than anyone or less so than the next. I'm speaking about right and wrong deep down btw. I feel like I could just keep typing but whatever.
TL;DR
Nobody is naturally good or bad. I had a bad model and am much more impulsive than most which lead me to being a real piece of shit. Especially when I was younger. People are a summation of their actions and there's no worth while way of measuring them otherwise.
I can’t afford boomerang so I have to do it myself
Isn’t boomerang like.. free?
She can’t afford it
I can’t afford it









