Tiffany

Empath problems

“I love the fact that I can make people happy, in any form. Even if it’s just an hour of their lives, if I can make them feel lucky or make them feel good, or bring a smile to a sour face, that to me is worthwhile.”

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“jk it was 158″

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I’ve finally found it again

Lesbians still making posts about how bad it is for bi women to use butch/femme:  We know! We heard u! We’re trying to make our own terms and have them used widespread but we need to get the WORD out for them to be commonplace and that’s hard when literally nobody but bis reblog posts talking about bisexuals lol! It’s not like we all follow each other. At this point the only people trying to take ur terms from you are lesphobes or young bi girls who straight up don’t realize they aren’t generic wlw terms because they haven’t learned the history bc literally no one is out here trying to include and teach bisexual kids shit about their gay lineage, everyone’s too busy trying to push it under the rug. 

So was no one going to tell me- as a bisexual- that we had our own terms that are like Butch and Femme. Or was I supposed to find that out though this post??

Since OP’s links don’t work:

I was in line at Aldi and this girl with two toddlers in front of me had her card declined and she looked so fucking sad and said “let me call my husband real quick” and it was only 18 dollars, so I just paid for it, and she was very sweet and then as she walked off, the lady behind me said `”You know that was probably a scam, right?” and like, even if it was, like what a sad fucking scam, right? 18 dollars at the Aldi. If you’re “scamming” me for some Tyson chicken and apple juice and cauliflower, then just take my fucking money. 

I once paid for a woman’s bill at the vet…it wasn’t a big one, but she was trying to pay for some medication for her dog, and her card was declined. And her lip started trembling, and she says “I don’t get paid until Tuesday, would he be ok until then?” 

DO BETTER. BE BETTER. STRIVE TO BE BETTER.

One time, my dad and I were living the grocery store and there was a guy outside asking for money to buy some stuff to take home for his kids. It was around Christmas time. My dad asked him if he could give him groceries instead of money, and the guy immediately said yes, so my dad gave him one of everything we bought (meat, rice, some chocolates, milk, oil). At that time, my dad hadn’t gotten his paycheck because the company he worked for was going through a tough time, but he didn’t care, he saw an opportunity to help someone and he did.

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Okay listen up, all you dudes out there! It’s time for some life lessons from Chris Evans.

I hadn’t even registered why exactly it was that he was so unthreatening in this and the Betty White assistance incidents, but you’re right. It’s all in the way he helps. It’s not that this is unthreatening behaviour “because he’s Chris Evans” – its because his body language is genuinely unthreatening and merely helpful.

“when I was little I was always told by my grandmother that when you visit a witch, regardless of whether or not you are asking for anything, you bring an offering. an offering: your heart, his heart, a bottle of whiskey you stole from the liquor cabinet, two perfectly matched clovers, a flask of water from your first beach, a plant you yourself potted, store bought honey and loose leaf tea, a chipped mug that fits well in all hands, anything, everything, your eyes, your ears, a willing and open mind, bring an offering, an offering. I suppose it all depends on the visit and the witch and the giver of a gift, so sometimes I find myself wondering how I have collected t-shirts and bent spoons, snow globes and single earrings that have never been in my ear, candles in my favorite shape and pillows meant for sharing secrets. Maybe I am a witch- I’ve been asked before- but then again, maybe magic is something you simply fall into.”

1) Thank you, Kap, for clearing up this misconception.

“In a dilapidated diner off of highway 51 I found where the lost find themselves. There is no name for it the place where Martha is working every time I have found myself there, the eerie neon sign gives off a glow simply reading Diner. 1am after a party I was not invited to I stop. Driving has always made me nervous, the way the sun sets, dimming the sky, and the moon peaks over the horizon waiting for its time the parking lot is small, the booths are small, the inside is so, so small, but the personality is big. A man who has to be someone’s favorite grandpa is behind the counter hollering out orders that seem to make no sense “one patty, extra happy” “no pickles, too sour for that smile” “fry down, moving on from the ground” maybe it’s because I’ve never been a fry cook but the man at the counter who seems to be fading, seemingly out of date and out of place in a suit made only for those in the grave smiles down at his burger the girl younger than I am in the back corner sucks down a milkshake quicker than her heavy eyes can blink and her smile looks a little fuller even Martha, whose eyes project a horror, looks a little wholer when she sets a plate down for someone else I wonder how many souls have passed through here, whether I will one day, not today; it is not a place for me now. Perhaps a year ago, I would have had one last meal, but I smile, drop a dollar in the tip jar, and leave without ordering.”

“I can’t find it. you are looking out the window and the cotton fields run by in a blur of green and white, green, white there is nothing behind your eyes, they have faded from the sky and fallen to a place that I can’t recognize there used to be so much life inside of you. somewhere along the road between finding yourself and finding a home you gave up and abandoned the bags of yourself in the old motel room where we drank instant coffee I’m not sure this is something we can replace in a gas station convenience store, but I’ll keep searching through the fast food wrappers and the toll tickets that sit piled on the dashboard after all, this is a journey and it wouldn’t be anything without a little searching”