My frontal lobe fully developed, and I realized that working a 9 to 5 job five days a week until I am 60 just so I can “enjoy” a few years when I am close to death is the worst idea I have ever seriously considered.
You receive: one delicious plate of peanut butter
I receive: nothing, you are getting a plate of peanut butter because I love you and only that reason, don't turn around or look down or look at your paws or pay attention to any noise
being a corporate fan girl is so funny bc I’m using my PTO to go to another state to see a band while my coworkers are using it to go to their kids’ school functions
“i’m the biggest star at this racist country singer’s bar” is going to be sooooo satisfying i hope it echoes through the streets of downtown nashville for all to hear
Kentucky family rejects $26 million offer to convert part of their farm into a data center despite the offer being about 10 times the going rate for farmland in the area.
"If it's my way, I'll stay and hold and feed a nation. 26 million doesn't mean anything."
Any adult convert to Catholicism is doing so for performative reasons. Missing out on a childhood of having shame beat into you and forcing yourself to bury your feelings makes you a tourist.