We’re all going to be like
isn’t season 9 starting in October?
I made the Pokéballs in paint (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
slow the fuck down there aristotle youre like 3 years old wearing a fucking hard hat
@ 11:41pm
tagged as
■ jeremy you've been back for four minutes stop pissing off your dad
■ tvd
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
I don’t know this man or this mom, but I love them both.
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
NOPE
NOT RISKING IT
this happened to friend of mine called Stanley, Not letting it happen to me
Or I could just reblog her descendent…
who the hell has a .50 caliber bullet lying around but not a bottle opener




