applied for a job 2 months ago and got put on a waitlist. yesterday they sent me the job offer and I start Monday and I’m extremely nervous and feel under qualified but I think things will go great

ty random man for parallel parking my car for me I am just a boy

ordered coffee by the small chance you’d be serving me I felt pride knowing that you had fallen into work that is not aligned to what you wanted to do in life yet I was scared that my guts would spill out if you even so much smiled at me which you did you saw me, gave me my order...

you started working at the coffee shop I go to first time I’ve properly seen you in 4 years you look different you let your hair grow out the way I liked, it doesn’t suit you your coworkers say you’re in college the one place you said you’d never go I also learned that you‘ve tal...

I used to think I grew up ugly so when I look back at old photos I wonder why my old friends would let me believe the lies I told myself then again when I look back and remember them maybe they were just projecting

the person I’ve become is the best outcome that 12 year old me could’ve asked for

MY FAVORITE SHORTS ARE TOO BIG I’ve been working out and yeah I knew I’d lose weight buT MY SHORTSSSSSSS rip my Stevenson shorts..

i don’t know how to study the first exam i crammed the night before and cried throughout is my highest exam grade the one I actually tried to study for a week leading up resulted in a lower grade so if I don’t try at all, will i be the best in the class currently the third hig...

his last words to me was him wishing me luck, on a final exam that determined whether my buildings would stand but what is the point if the foundation of my passion has become one with the dirt

my mom forgot to bring cash for my appointment so she left me at the doctor’s office as collateral