I’m always going to love him. I always have. I hate how many times I’ve forgotten and how much more it hurts every time I remember. I would do it all again just to be with him for that brief period of time that I might never even get to remember all of. I would do it all again infinitely just for those moments with him. Even if I can’t be with him, I don’t want to be with anyone else either. I’ve looked for him in other people, not knowing, and always ending up disappointed. I’m going to get myself together for him. Even if he never knows. And, who knows? Maybe we’ll be allowed to be together, if not later in this one, in the next life.
i hate when you google a word and some fucking company comes up instead. Do you think you are more important than the english dictionary you piece of shit corporation
hate when someone asks how are you and you say good how are you and they say “oh not so great” or something. it’s always like ohh okay i see we’re being honest i thought we were playing pretend. can i have a do-over
there are two competing sects on this website - one that uses the word “spicy” to mean “neurodivergent” and one that uses the word “spicy” to mean “sexual content.” i do not like either of them
I use spicy to describe food
my food is mentally ill and I’m putting my dick in it
I helped a lady at the grocery store who looked like she was struggling to figure out what she wanted even though it made me late to work. My district manager was there and seriously tried to ask me if it was worth more than my job. Like, my guy…you’ve got to be kidding, right? He wasn’t. I looked at him incredulously and told him, “last I check, being kind to people who need help (especially when they’re visibly struggling and go out of their way to ask you for assistance) is going to (potentially) do a whole lot more for me than the barest minimum wage can pay will ever do in life or death.
