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So my name is Ashley.
And I'm a mess.
If you need someone to listen to you or just want to chat with someone. Just send me something and I'll be that person.

fallen-inspiration:

fuckingn00b:

phobs-heh:

khan2kool:

sassafras-manson:

ryanvallejo:

ktkeen96:

theecamerondallas:

i have been waiting for this to show up in my dash forever

ITS BACK

THIS IS MY FAVORITE

IT’S BACK

This has to be up there with the funniest shit ever.

gonna reblog it everytime

Its been a year

LAWD

aliveontuesday:

the-chubby-nerd:

Story time:
While taking put the trash at work, I kicked this little bag of pennies. Obviously, since I’m poor, a grabbed them and threw them in my pocket before going on with the rest of my shift.
Close to the end of my shift, I remembered this bag of pennies, so I took it out and counted it out. 7 cents.
My coworker came up and started talking to me while I was doing this, so we chatted, the entire time, this tiny bag of pennies in my hand.
Meanwhile, one of my managers sees me and my coworker talking over this bag, immediately thinks that it’s drugs, yells, and grabs both of us and drags us to the back room.
So, we’re sitting there, me clutching this bag of pennies in my fist, while my manager gets my GM on the phone, yelling about how we were “trading drugs during our shift” and “endangering ourselves and other in the workplace.”
Within 10 minutes, my GM was there, papers in hand to terminate our employment, talking about how they should call the cops. I started crying, cause they wouldn’t let me get a word in edge-wise, my coworker was actually texting his dad the entire time, trying to get them to come fight for him.
It wasn’t until the GM asked what drug they were that they finally let me talk.
So, while I was sobbing, I opened my hand and dropped the bag in my manager’s hand.
And he bursts out laughing.
Within seconds I had explained everything, the pennies, the situation, everything.
I almost got fired and arrested over 7 pennies.

Your manager is a piece of shit.

aliveontuesday:

the-chubby-nerd:

Story time:

While taking put the trash at work, I kicked this little bag of pennies. Obviously, since I’m poor, a grabbed them and threw them in my pocket before going on with the rest of my shift.

Close to the end of my shift, I remembered this bag of pennies, so I took it out and counted it out. 7 cents.

My coworker came up and started talking to me while I was doing this, so we chatted, the entire time, this tiny bag of pennies in my hand.

Meanwhile, one of my managers sees me and my coworker talking over this bag, immediately thinks that it’s drugs, yells, and grabs both of us and drags us to the back room.

So, we’re sitting there, me clutching this bag of pennies in my fist, while my manager gets my GM on the phone, yelling about how we were “trading drugs during our shift” and “endangering ourselves and other in the workplace.”

Within 10 minutes, my GM was there, papers in hand to terminate our employment, talking about how they should call the cops. I started crying, cause they wouldn’t let me get a word in edge-wise, my coworker was actually texting his dad the entire time, trying to get them to come fight for him.

It wasn’t until the GM asked what drug they were that they finally let me talk.

So, while I was sobbing, I opened my hand and dropped the bag in my manager’s hand.

And he bursts out laughing.

Within seconds I had explained everything, the pennies, the situation, everything.

I almost got fired and arrested over 7 pennies.

Your manager is a piece of shit.

shesfiction:

twoshotsofhappyoneshotofsad:

discoveringfeminism:

deforest:

Joan Crawford in Possessed (1931)

82 years later and it’s still relevant

This will never not be relevant.

82 years and we still have to fucking tell men this shit

super-sandri:

glumshoe:

This was my chemistry professor.

#was

super-sandri:

glumshoe:

This was my chemistry professor.

amovible:

margaerypendragons:

I NEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW A 15 YEAR OLD LOOKS OLDER THAN A FUCKING 23 YEAR OLD

I can’t tell which one you’re talking about.

amovible:

margaerypendragons:

I NEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW A 15 YEAR OLD LOOKS OLDER THAN A FUCKING 23 YEAR OLD

I can’t tell which one you’re talking about.

I’m a screw up. And I plan to be a screw up until my late twenties, maybe even my early thirties.

grizzlygains:

molotowcocktease:

poppypicklesticks:

anotherstarinthesky:

empresspinto:

nigga-chan:

People need to realize the significance of this post, because when I reblogged it it was just blank so I think some people may not understand what this is trying to say

Adopting an animal (or buying from someone close to you who has recently had puppies, kittens, etc) is not like simply going to the store and buying a toy. You do not just get to throw it away once you are done with it and it stops being cute in your eyes

This is a real living thing that has emotions, needs, and wants, not something to be thrown away when YOU are done after YOU entered at commitment to raise and care for this animal. 

What’s just as bad as dumping the animal off just anywhere you want, whether it be on the side of the road or in a shelter, is that a lot of these animals end up dying after that. Animals are NOT always adopted and strays are not always picked up. Animals can get put down, run over, tortured, and a list of other things 

People should really think about what they are responsible for before they bring an animal into their life

Not to mention that that animal loves you, you are his world, and when you drop him off at the shelter - or worse, in the street - you are abandoning him. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, he thinks you’ll come back, maybe you just dropped him off for a bit and you’ll come back to him.
Not only did you make a commitment, but that animal loves you and throwing them away isn’t just breaking that commitment, it’s throwing away someone who doesn’t understand why you don’t love him anymore and where you went.

This is so important. Animals are NOT toys you just can’t return them because you got bored. Think first before you buy a cute little puppy for your stupid girlfriend or sister or whatever. Okay. This just make me so mad that I can’t keep talking about it. Seriously you have no heart if you do this. Seriously

This shit pisses me off

How could you be so hateful to that poor puppy who loves you 

My dog is literally the most previous thing I have and she’s saved me more than I saved her. She was so often the reason I chose to be alive and the mere thought of somebody dropping off their animal that surely did the same for them on the side of the road is infuriating. It’s literally worse than dropping off a baby on the side of the road. The baby will surely go to a safe place, the animal however can be put in fighting rings, be tortured, run over, sit in a shelter for years in a grey box or flat out be killed. You’re vermin if you think that’s ok.

One of my old room mates and his girlfriend basically pulled this shit off but different case and it pissed me off to no avail.