who wants to see a real car i saw driving on the actual road today

entry-level job with a 23k salary asking me to write a minimum 2,500-word essay where i extravagantly praise The Company and express dewy-eyed admiration for their Glorious Mission Statement. i hope king arthur returns and slices every hiring manager to ribbons with his big sword

My filters are doing their job but holy shit that “view post” button is so tempting

T-shirt that says "I'M SORRY FOR THE PERSON I BECOME WHEN I'M OVERHEATED"

isn't it fucked up that milfic means military fiction and not "possessing the traits of a milf"

this is a renaissance painting

all my haters become cicaders when i enter the summer of success

you know those studies showing that cursing helps with pain tolerance or whatever. that’s how i feel about making my weird little noises to get through my basic daily activities. sometimes you just have to go hggblaaaah for a minute so you can find the strength within yourself to get up or wash the dishes or send an email. mmmnneh. urgh. the torments are unending but you can always make some little sounds about it.