You know originally democracy had this feature where if the government stopped representing the people we’d all get together and kill everyone in charge
there is no final version of yourself. we never stop growing or changing, nor should we. stop beating yourself up for not being ‘there’ yet.
The final version of yourself is the one you die in I think
Oh, well I don’t know how it works with you mortals
fun fact! this quote has gotten popular on twitter, where no one has any idea it’s from a tumblr shitpost, or of the horrors that lurk in the original notes
“you have to work to live” bro food is literally free until someone builds a fence around it and guards it with weapons. work is a contrivance and unnatural.
none of the pro-work people can answer the question of why effort feels good but work doesn’t. it feels so fucking good to expend effort. every muscle in my body celebrates when i struggle physically. when i push my mind to solve a problem, i feel like a master. yet, when i’m on the job, the joy is gone. why is that? can anyone answer this simple question?
The funniest version of this is when you work in a haunted house
I was super bored one night bc we were really slow, and the animatronic that served as my cue had broken without my knowing, so I didn’t get an alert that someone was coming.
I was in the hallway singing “Peanut Butter Jelly Time” at the top of my lungs and jumping up and down in the hallway. The guy in the next hallway over was singing it with me. I don’t know what he was doing but knowing him, it was equally goofy.
So imagine being a teenager girl and her teenage boyfriend, coming down a dark and spooky hallway filled with fog, and finding a small demonic-looking thing jumping like a madman, shouting “PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME” at the top of its lungs with the voice of a twelve year old boy, and hearing a deep, booming voice repeating it back.
