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*s5 lucifer spoilers*

Chloe, to Lucifer in 5.06: This..us....we don’t really know what this is yet..

Me, yelling at my tv: yES YOU DO IDIOTS ITS LOVE. LOVE. HOW LONG IS IT GONNA TAKE YOU T—

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#cats #video

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“Are you disappointed that it’s me?”

“No.”

- Love, Simon.

#love simon #fan art

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These are both so powerful oh my gOD

#mamma mia

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STORY TIME:

I work in a decent sized, local, indie bookstore. It’s a great job 99% of the time and a lot of our customers are pretty neat people. Any who, middle of the day this little old lady comes up. She’s lovably kooky. She effuses how much she loves the store and how she wishes she could spend more time in it but her husband is waiting in the car (OH! I BETTER BUY HIM SOME CHOCOLATE!), she piles a bunch of art supplies on the counter and then stops and tells me how my bangs are beautiful and remind her of the ocean (“Wooooosh” she says, making a wave gesture with her hand)

Ok. I think to myself. Awesomely happy, weird little old ladies are my favorite kind of customer. They’re thrilled about everything and they’re comfortably bananas. I can have a good time with this one. So we chat and it’s nice.

Then this kid, who’s been up my counter a few times to gather his school textbooks, comes up in line behind her (we’re connected to a major university in the city so we have a lot of harried students pass through). She turns around to him and, out of nowhere, demands that he put his textbooks on the counter. He’s confused but she explains that she’s going to buy his textbooks.

He goes sheetrock white. He refuses and adamantly insists that she can’t do that. It’s like, $400 worth of textbooks. She, this tiny old woman, bodily takes them out of her hands, throws them on the counter and turns to me with a intense stare and tells me to put them on her bill. The kid at this point is practically in tears. He’s confused and shocked and grateful. Then she turns to him and says “you need chocolate.” She starts grabbing handfuls of chocolates and putting them in her pile.

He keeps asking her “why are you doing this?” She responds “Do you like Harry Potter?“ and throws a copy of the new Cursed Child on the pile too.

Finally she’s done and I ring her up for a crazy amount of money. She pays and asks me to please give the kid a few bags for his stuff. While I’m bagging up her merchandise the kid hugs her. We’re both telling her how amazing she is and what an awesome thing she’s done. She turns to both of us and says probably one of the most profound, unscripted things I’ve ever had someone say:

“It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.”

The kid thanks her again and leaves. I tell her again how awesome she is. She’s staring out the door after him and says to me: “My son is a homeless meth addict. I don’t know what I did. I see that boy and I see the man my son could have been if someone had chosen to be kind to him at just the right time.”

I’ve bagged up all her stuff and at this point am super awkward and feel like I should say something but I don’t know what. Then she turns to me and says: I wish I could have bangs like that but my darn hair is just too curly.“ And leaves.

And that is the story of the best customer I’ve ever had. Be kind to somebody today.

#text post

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#omg theyre so fluffy and cute #dogs #cats

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Me, as a cat lover, watching The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina: b-but where’s Salem? Salem, where are you?

Me, when Salem appears (every single time): SALEM !! YES I LOVE YOU. GO SALEM

#the chilling adventures of sabrina #text post #also me everytime something goes wrong: salem where are you sabrina’s being dumb again

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That actually happened

#the chilling adventures of sabrina #yeah pretty much

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Me @ Sabrina: Hoe dont do it…

#the chilling adventures of sabrina #watching a show where the main character has my name is so weird #like i get used to it and then a chatacter says sabrina and im like what #text post

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#the chilling adventures of sabrina #true

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you call it “really bad at darts”, I call it freestyle acupuncture

#omfg #brilliant #lol #text post

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Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.

Reblog to save a life?

#important

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“It isn’t light. It is bright darkness. Bright darkness—in me.”

— Anna Kamienska, from a diary entry featured in “Industrious Amazement: A Notebook,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

#text post #words

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I don’t have a train of thought I have seven trains on 4 tracks that narrowly avoid each other when the paths cross and all the conductors are screaming

#text post

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#pirates of the caribbean #potc #lol

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“I’m not doing awfully well but I’m trying very, very, very hard,”

— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Florence Ehrhardt, c. February 1974 (via violentwavesofemotion)

#text post #words #lmao same

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rocket: toss me my keys

[crash]

rocket: I SAID MY KEYS

groot: i am groot

rocket: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I SAY PRINTER-

#text post #mcu #*tries not to laugh to loud so as not to alarm my roommate* #lmao