I am in deadend job, they're paying me less thanks to a roster change, and I can't afford to register my car. I've been putting money away every week but I dont earn enough anymore. I haven't seen my partner in almost a month and I had a stress breakdown this afternoon which ended up with me going home early to look for another job because I need to get out of there.
Our fatass tuxie ran out the front door on a whim one night to go have an adventure. He never goes out at night.
Came back 20 minutes later with one of his claws bleeding. It appears as though he got spooked by something and tried to run up a tree but forgot to retract his claws well enough.
I just spent an hour going through her instagram and reading her comments. There's a lot of death, yes, but also a lot of life. It would be so hard to see the good amongst what's going on over there. She was very talented and it's sad that she won't get to see her work in Cannes - at least she knew before the end.
One of the posts was about someone who lost 12 family members in a missile strike. Eerie concidence.... or maybe that kind of story is more common than we could possibly know.
The photos and videos taken before this latest shitstorm were photos just like any other average person. Someone skateboarding, kids playing, photos of buildings in the light... watching the transformation as I scrolled back up towards the top was heartbreaking.
All that tequila soaking into the felt, Quentin has to wring the leg out just to feel alive