If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.
But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.
Time to clean up all this 420 talk from my dash
i just removed my nail polish and re-painted them the same color because monotony is the spice of life
Dendron by The Hotelier
from Home, Like Noplace Is There (2014)
Location: Worcester, MA
Melodic, start-stop album closer.
"Tell me again that it’s all in my head."
Highlight: 4:10. Vocal climax.
this pregnant hairless cat is so fucking done, i can’t handle it.
"They told me my breasts would get huge. Fucking liars."
"look at all them nasty ass birds" part 2
the tables have turned.
knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit
wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad
That was deep
philosophy is wondering if that means ketchup is a smoothie
That was deeper.
common sense is knowing that ketchup isn’t a damn smoothie you nasty