Dust,

thewarmvoid:

localrobosexual:

literally fuck companies that don’t want their employees to act “unprofessional” in front of customers. I’m at a five guys rn and the employees here are joking around calling orders back and forth to each other and saying things in weird voices and laughing with each other while they work. Someone just came in for their shift while I was waiting for my food and was greeted by the whole kitchen with a secret handshake lookin thing. It was so silly and cute I love seeing ppl have fun at work and I know my food’s gonna be bomb bc the ppl there are having fun with each other. Let employees be people and friends and have fun what is the issue!!!!

Hate to be the guy who takes this post very seriously but the reason bosses don’t like this and don’t encourage it is because what follows is talking about wages and treatment at work and then unionizing lol

butchdarling:

You know that study that found when doing a blind taste test the majority of people prefer pepsi over coca cola so coke changed their recipe to taste more like pepsi, and people actually liked the new coke a lot less because the people who were buying coke didn’t want it to taste like pepsi they wanted their coke to taste like coke. That’s what a lot of the new changes tumblr is working on feel like.

Lightshow

The lights went out.

Except for the one above me.

I felt isolated,

Singled out.

We were all disjointed,

25 separate dimensions

Occupying only one room.

The lights went out.

But I was with friends.

I was safe,

We looked out for each other.

All of us using our own light

To navigate in the darkness.

We moved as one.

The lights went out.

I was stuck in between lives.

Playing lies like playing cards,

Trading secrets for connection,

I ran out of pain and contradiction.

This time the light was

shining in all different directions.

The colors were beautiful,

I loved all of my friends dearly.

I recognized their light.

But somehow the light didn’t fall on me.

The lights went out.

Except this time, I was completely alone.

This time I was

Completely alone.

Content warning: This post may be triggering to those struggling with depression and/or depersonalization and derealization. If you are in a place where my early journey may make you feel seen, feel free to continue reading. I wouldn’t recommend it if you’re not prepared, or are farther along in your healing, though. I really don’t know what I’m talking about and am just expressing how I feel in the only way I know.

Keep reading

strykerlancer:

— Emil M. Cioran, from “The Trouble with Being Born.”

Metal, rust and all

Tennis ball feet

Thick wall of gum

Someone else’s tears

Slide off of my cheek

And fall onto the page

My eyes slip closed

I forget where I was

Dreaming fearfully

Living restlessly

Stuck in between

Decomposing

And drowning in rot

Counting seconds

Just to wait

For each to pass

Tick tick tick

Lulled into a rhythm

Of clock hands

I forget to breathe

Before long

I slip over the edge

And into that familiar

Sinking

Nauseating

Throbbing

And fitful slumber.

“Hello there little ship,” said Moon.

Moon stared at it with loving eyes.

It blinked, turning as it flew.

Soon, it left her gentle grasp.

“Hello there little ship,” said Mars.

Mars looked on timidly.

Seeing someone else was like

The echo of an unmade friend.

“Hello there little ship,” said Pluto.

Pluto looked down expectantly.

The ship just blinked, no end in sight.

So Pluto knew to hug it tight.

May 11.

At last, I have surfaced. Pulled from a deep slumber, gasping for air, I can breathe. When I return underwater, I will not drown again.

This time I will choose to dive.