why are 90% of urls attached to popular text posts deactivated?  is someone picking them off, assassin style, or have these users won their freedom from this website, gladiator style

https://newrepublic.com/article/129002/secret-lives-tumblr-teens this might answer your question

hoodie crushed it

good lord you have blessed us this day amen

Lara Brehm d’ Ales

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here you go, your dash is snowing

THIS IS SO WELL DONE IT SCARED ME

This is the only kind of 3D I can appreciate without a massive headache and extremely strained eyes, so to whomever made this, thank you

on running

so a friend of mine offhandedly called me “a runner,” the other day, and my natural instinct was to react like she had pointed out a cockroach on my shoulder and scream, “GET IT OFF ME GET IT OFF ME GET IT OFF.”

but, like. i run 5-6 miles most days. i look forward to doing it. when i can’t do it, i’m bummed. like….@ me, i have bad news. you were not careful when you fought the monster, and you became it.

how did this happen??? i’m a good person. i’m a good person whose CORE PERSONALITY TRAIT is and has always been “human most likely to be a sloth in disguise.” a look at the mollyhallus ofgeographica: 

you can see why i was slightly disgruntled to find that i… am a runner. i … like running. i enjoy it??? like it’s not the same sense of self-satisfied accomplishment i get when i marathon a whole season of a tv-show in two days or eat an entire order of panang curry in under an hour but it is a similar sense of self-satisfied accomplishment.

i guess the thing is that growing up, “being a runner” was tied to like–being athletic? being good at sports? being super thin? being a lot of things that, fundamentally, i am never going to be. which is fine! but i often felt like many runners were like overly enthusiastic salespeople that were following me around a store being like, “you should buy that! i have that and i love it, you should buy it,” and i’d be like, “but… I can’t afford that?” and they’d give me that look–you know that look, right? that look of like, “awww, you’re so cute, it’s really adorably cute how sad and lame and cute you are.” 

i don’t know, running just felt like… really inaccessible to me? like one of those things you had to already be in great shape to do? it was like the unpaid internship of exercise.

but. i don’t know? one day on a whim i just decided to run a mile on the treadmill, which was terrible, running on the treadmill is the worst thing i have ever done in my whole life and that includes the time my stepdad made me move an entire tree’s worth of firewood from one side of the road to the other side of the road. 

but the next day was really beautiful so i went outside, blinking like a cave troll seeing sunlight for the first time, and ran a mile. (well, i say “ran,” but what i mean is, “trundled faster than usual.”) and then a couple of weeks later i ran two miles. and then a couple of weeks later i ran three, and then four.

anyway, i don’t really know what the point of this post is except to say that like–listen, run or don’t run. or maybe running isn’t your thing or can’t be your thing, for whatever reason. that’s fine, i just … i don’t want you to think that you can’t do it just because someone made you feel like you were store-bought and they were hand-raised by olympians.

honestly. store-bought is fine.

fuck, i wish my drunk snap stories were this gold

gold

Why do we all have that ugly boy that broke our hearts

when your iphone charger starts wearing a turtleneck you know the end is coming

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Reminder.

i never run voluntarily so if u ever see me running you should start running too bc something is coming

One time I used my retail voice on a coworker and she was like, “Don’t use your customer voice on me, I know you’re dead inside like the rest of us, it’s just frightening and weird”

The other day I asked for a table for two in my customer voice and the waitress squinted at me and I cleared my throat and said “Sorry, still in service mode” and she dropped hers and we swapped stories about our day and my boyfriend was like “You two just became two entirely different people in like .5 seconds…”

I can be bitching up a blue streak about a customer-from-hell while the store is empty, and when the phone rings swap over to my retail voice practically in mid-sentence. I even have managers and salespeople from other stores in the chain fooled into thinking I’m infinitely friendly and helpful, and my manager’s husband thinks I’m one of the most professional people in the store. One assistant manager’s daughter dubbed me Perky-Pants because she mostly dealt with me over the phone, and was shocked to the core when I dropped an F-bomb at her graduation picnic.

The acting required in the service industry is beyond the pale. My cousin freaked out when she came to see me at work because I was all smiling and nice while helping someone who was asking inane questions and who basically forced me to walk them to the product and put it in their fucking hand but I was nice as pie until I turned around to walk away and my demeanor changed back to normal and I muttered “what a fucking moron” under my breath as I got back to my cousin. She just looked at me shocked and said “no wonder you’re so exhausted when you get home.” 

this is actually referred to as emotional labor in criminology, and is considered one of the hardest forms of labor

The art of bullshit is strong in the service industry 

And people really don’t get it if they’ve never done it. Trying to explain why my job is so goddamn draining is really difficult.

Daily.