“Most of the time” counts too.
Tag: ..yeah
“holy shit you know so much about hockey” yeah dude it’s because it’s the only thing i care about for the majority of the year
I get jealous really easily but not like an angry vengeful jealous more like a really sad lonely jealous because everybody likes everybody more than they like me and I really really don’t blame them.
17yr:
a good gender neutral term to use is “fool”
guy:
do u ever recall what u did as a child and ur just like why the fuck
have you ever looked at someone and thought…
i could look at you for hours and not get bored
where is my girlfriend. what is she doing right now. when will i meet her.
If you’re straight, write stories with gay characters, but don’t write stories about being gay. That’s not your story to tell.
If you’re cis, write stories with trans characters, but don’t white stories about being trans. That’s not your story to tell.
If you’re allistic, write stories with autistic characters, but don’t write stories about being autistic. That’s not your story to tell.
If you’re neurotipical, write mentally ill characters, but don’t write stories about being mentally ill. That’s not your story to tell.
If you’re able bodied, write stories with disabled characters, but don’t write stories about being disabled. That’s not your story to tell.
If you’re white, write characters who are POC, but don’t write stories about being a POC. That’s not your story to tell
Write stories with diverse and complex characters, but unless you’ve experienced the oppression that we have, don’t write the stories that we need to tell ourselves.
no offense but I literally can’t process that others genuinely care for me
it always really bothered me when wait staff ignored me + my friends just because we were young bc we are all really respectful people but the assumption was that we wouldn’t tip
anyway so fast fowards to when i became a waitress and one day this group of scrubbyass kids came in and i had 8 other tables with other people to look to but i overheard that one kid wanted a milkshake but he couldn’t afford it and the other kids offered to pay but he was like “nonono it’s fine” and i looked over and he just looked real run down and sad and stuff —- later it just so happened that our kitchen had a mixup so we had an extra shake and since it would just be dumped otherwise, i snuck it out to their table and gave it to him for free
and his friends were so fucking impressed by this they pooled every fucking cent they had i got a $50 tip and later his friend’s mom came in and said “i heard what you did for that boy” and gave me another 20 and offered me a better job working with her
and meanwhile at my other table a rich white guy i was serving complained bc he didn’t want to pay the 15% tip on a $8.90 bill and when his wife said “she’s been a good waitress, though,” he said, “but just plain good isn’t worth 15%”
damn
DANG
This is still one of my favorite stories
ifesbob 