My happy place. If like me, you are a meditator / a writer / tattooed / a high school English teacher / a fan girl / an awesome person, then you will like it, too! <3 I was on Tumblr before you were born, darling.
Thinking about when I worked at a shitty restaurant + one night it was just me + 3 other women on closing shift, so some guy came in the back and waved a knife around, presumably for money but I’m not actually certain, bc he was met with the bartender holding a much bigger knife, a tiny teenager wielding a cast iron pan, an elderly woman holding up a crockpot of clearly boiling water, and me, turning on the meat slicer with eye contact for maximum effect. He left, but the moral of the story is not girl power or whatever, it’s just. Why the fuck would you threaten a room full of underpaid and sleep-deprived blue-collar workers surrounded by lethal weapons.
people who only use conventional social media are so funny bc they’ll casually be like “can I see your tumblr??” are you Insane. this is no instagram or twitter. this is my vault of secrets
I’m going to see Monkey Man today and since I clearly have a thing for vengeful men in dark suits with long dark hair going on killing sprees under neon lights, I think I’m gonna really like it.