chilis retweeted
i wake up every fucking morning with the fucking years ticking by, im missing all these fucking memories, maybe they were never fucking mine, i feel the walls are fucking closing. im fucking running out of time. i think i fucking missed the fcking gun at the fucking starting line
when your shirt sleeve is too tight on your arm and the only thing you can do to fix it is to blow your brains out
chilis retweeted
WE SHARED A CIGARETTE WHEN WE WERE GETTING DRESSED YOUR HAIR IS IN A MESS KEEL LOVING ME TO DEATH PROMISE I WOJT FORGET THE ANGEL IN MY HEAD IF NOTHINGS PERMANENT KEEP LOVING ME BLISSFULLY UNAWARE I NEVER USED TO CARE UR SHADOWS STANDING THERE YEAH I FLUND MY HEART INSIDE YOUR CH
the best part about working retail is that every day you will have at minimum 3 people over 50 years old that act like it’s their first time ever using a card reader
there is genuinely nothing more embarrassing than asking someone you don’t know that well yet to play a game and not getting a response
when customers hit me with the “do you remember me?” as if i don’t see 1 million people a day and also i’ve never looked directly at someone’s face in my life
