Rêvez un Petit Rêve de Moi

I worked at a grocery store. We did this same shit with literal tons of food and it radicalized me more than any book ever could.

Legitimately I would start giving away pastries to anyone who tried to buy one after 8pm because I felt viscerally disgusted by the idea of selling someone a muffin I was supposed to throw away in an hour.

the mortifying ordeal of being known by 20,000 bees

That’s 20,000 new friends!

are you ever scrolling through tumblr and you have a thought and immediately lose it so you have to scroll back up to give your brain the conditions under which it originally created the thought so you can bring it back

why does every screen cap and gifset of this look like a horror movie

that’s just what living in england is like

WHAT