So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
I don’t know this man or this mom, but I love them both.
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because of this gifset I now want to watch Hannibal
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This is insanity.
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The mind-bending sculptures of Jonty Hurwirtz
2008 | Copper and Chrome
2009-2010 | Resin, Powder and Steel

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i have childhood memories that i am not 100% sure actually happened or if i dreamed them i really do not know
In all honesty, the only thing that keeps me going is my fear of death. I’d rather face another forty years of depression than the unknown afterlife.
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Yay thank you so much! I like weird movies so I’ll give Womb a try :3
when you buy a bunch of individually wrapped things that are meant to be eaten at a steady pace and then you eat all of them and are surrounded by candy wrappers and the remnants of your dignity
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