Life is the art of drawing without an eraser

Incredibly fucked up that you have to clean the dust off of fans. You are a machine that creates wind; get your shit together.

remember 2012 tumblr when you would change your desktop theme and then post that you had done it and all of your mutuals would go look

who would win in a fight: an army of lush employees vs an army of bath and body works employees??? discuss

lush employees, who are more adept at guerrilla warfare and fabian tactics. bath and body works employees rely too much on pitched battle and are not equipped well enough for prolonged conflict

I disagree with some of that, I feel as though the Bath and Body Works employees are pretty well trained in the art of handling an all out attack. Their defenses are high and well coordinated. Remember, they deal with white moms on the daily, whereas I feel that Lush employees are more used to dealing with a younger generation of customers.I feel as though they’d be equally matched but in the end I feel with the advancement in technology that Lush possesses over Bath and Body Works in terms of sheer amount that they sell, ultimately Lush wins, but not without heavy casualties.

All true, but everyone is forgetting Bath and Body Works employees have extreme training dealing with the hell on Earth that is Semi Annual Sale. Have you ever seen someone come between a white woman in her 40s and Vanilla Bean Noel at 75% off? Bath and Body Works employees have and still live to tell their stories

I think terrain is an important consideration? Lush employees are better at straight melee since they’re used to fighting in close quarters, whereas B&BW employees have more experience in moving through wider terrain and using ranged attacks.

this is the kind of discourse I want on my dash

jack had absolutely no right to go this hard

um excuse me Jack not only may but must go this hard

I love the moment where the band is like “oh, yeah, let’s pick this up!”

when i was about 15 i went to the local hobby shop and i bought a little palette of grey body paint and a thing of ben nye setting powder and when i went to the counter, the girl at checkout took one look at my purchase and then gave me the most piercing gaze and stared into my soul and i never went back

this is such a “what were YOU doing at the devil’s sacrament” moment though

old people are right. about werthers originals