Sean, one of Tumblr’s awesome recruiters, showing how he does pushups during our company all team meeting today…
And I blame a lot on the patriarchy, so..
- I have no idea what Rachel was just talking about, but I fucking love what I did hear.
I got my business cards! I’m an adult now, you idiots!!!
dom:
All-team meetings.
It’s not a good All Team meeting unless I come back to my desk and see a billion people posting pictures and GIFs of what happened 15 minutes prior.
And then you think of the first time you met. And you remember what babies you were. Fresh out of your own parents’ home. And you think of how you wandered around each other for months. Both waiting for the other to get disentangled from now-forgotten other people. And you think of how long you waited for that first kiss. And you hold on to it. And again, you think of the last time you saw her, and you think of the after-coffee kiss on the cheek. So casual. So see-you-next-time. And you try not to think about how that was your last one. And you hold on to that as well.
And you sit there quietly.
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How to Attend a Funeral | Mike Monteiro for Medium (via christinefriar)
This entire piece tore me apart from the first to last sentence.
Slight influx of former kids from high school who never talked to me adding me on Facebook and I earnestly believe it has to do with how I work at a cool fucking company that recently made international news for its billion dollar acquisition.
I’m only slightly less fat and my teenage acne is now adult acne, so it must really suck for them to see how much better I am at living than they are.
Get it, girl.It’s that time already!!!
If you live in the Boston area come check out the Survivor Dress IN PERSON at the Anderson Gallery in Bridgewater tomorrow! Reception is from 6-8pm! Theres a lot of work in the show from talented young artists, a definite MUST SEE! Check out the gallery’s page for more details!
Lost my wallet! Just in time for me to realize I now have no way to pay for a bus ticket back home for my uncle’s wedding on the Cape! I am pretty sure what I’m feeling is my body decomposing from the inside out!!
Please picture me typing this while wearing like, 4 pairs of really cool sunglasses and 3 joints in between a bunch of my fingers and I guess dreads or something equally cool (I don’t know what cool is?) and not me with a really sour face that is about to go outside right this second and have a cigarette.
At least I don’t keep my cigarettes in my wallet.
About Wait, what.
