everytime we touch.wmv

save me, rice mixed with some bullshit

apparently youre supposed to perform. they love it when you perform. but it has to be authentic. they hate it when it's not authentic. but you have to perform.

*introducing myself to the guards who caught me* seized to meet you

sometimes being a fan of something means not wanting them to make any more of it

today at work i rung up a customer and the total was 12.30 and i said “12:30, reminds me of a clock :)” and they kind of smiled at me with confusion and i was like “like the time on a clock, just reminds me of it… 12:30” and they said “i have no idea what you’re talking about…” with an expression of supreme pity and gentleness. after that was finished i turned to my coworker next to me and said “i just bombed so hard with this clock comment” and then realized the customer hadn’t moved and was still standing right next to me. if my fate continues down this path, the customer will probably read this tumblr post as well

I always assume the train will be so boring and I bring seven things to do but then I'm entranced by the wonderful window the entire time

*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god