March 2012
If the aliens came down and looked at Tumblr.
They would probably think we only have cameras that take photos with a purpley red tint. They would mock us and show us their beautiful universe photography.
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And by some kind of tragic coincidence, facebook...
Today really isn’t the day to be writing and working.
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> Dad updates facebook about how much he misses Dave.
> sad.
> why am I writing this essay if everyone is going to die anyway.
> more sad.
“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not...”
– Elie Wiesel (via moreofamore)
One of my posts just zoooooomed past a thousand...
Underwhelming. A bit like when you’re eating crisps and you think the packet is empty but you still have a big one left. But after you’ve eaten that one, nothing has really changed.
I am looking at my mums private facebook messages...
Mum: Hey Han, I want to be your friend ;)
Mum: (-_-)
Mum: #_#
Mum: }:-)
Mum: Please be my friend
Mum: >:-)
Mum: >;-]
Please don’t confront me with my failures, I have not forgotten them.
When you say you're going to do something and then...
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I have this old man who comes into the store where...
and whenever we talk he always makes a point of using my name, which although he obviously just read off my badge, always leaves me with a smile on my face. Today I was skimming through some life hacking blogs and read one particular article on ways to change the world. A running theme in those types of blogs seems to be the emphasis of little things making a big difference and it occurred to me...
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It always depresses me when I feel the need to delete my Google search history, cause I know I don’t want to do it because I have naughty or embarassing searches…
it’s because I always search for stupid shit like “funny horses” or “cats sitting like humans” or “best ever thing to do” and I know when people come over and use my computer they...
I get really weird when I drink a lot of caffeine...
My drunk texts are usually misspelled but generally OK. My caffeine texts are grammatically perfect but fucking stupid.
[[MORE]]I serve a lot of severely disabled people in my store and I always over think it too much and then I get angry at myself for over thinking it. I feel bad for even feeling bad or even thinking a little bit about it and not knowing how to act. I just wish I could talk to someone about their experiences so I could know a little bit.
The policepeople in the train station always come...
Last week I wrote an essay on obesity and a report...
This week I am writing an essay on eating disorders.
Like for real it is suuuuuuper interesting, but I swear to Jesuz it is frustrating to be doing this all at once. I need variety and I need it now.
Thought about dying a lot today.
I know a lot of dead people and I don’t really talk about it much cause I have some weird complex where I panic whenever anyone feels sorry for me. But today at work I thought about it a lot. I am kind of wasting my alive days and you don’t get many of them.
Today I was a totally underwhelmed and...
I suspect tomorrow will be similar, but at least I wont have to stand around organising and reorganising endless amounts of junk food and magazines for grumpy fuckheads for seven hours.
Today was actually so inconceivably beige that I have decided that I am going to do ten of my bucket list things by the end of the year.
Vegan cheese is like fifteen to twenty times more...
I can’t get enough.
Passive aggressive people are the worst.
