If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.
But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.
this fucking hit me like a fucking train
Tag: ouch
let me tell you, if you feel like the swelling went down overnight in your ankle and you don’t feel any particular pain in it, don’t just jump up and be like “well i guess that’s that done!” cause uh apparently the pain was asleep but now you woke it up and now you can’t stand up anymore
You guys have known me long enough for me to tell you this but I’ll still put it under a read more cause it’s fucking gross, if you’re iffy about ear-things just scroll on by.
On Friday when I was tossing and turning at my great-grandma’s place I was lying on my side and when I lifted my head from the pillow I could barely hear anything it was like my ear was clogged. It got better by morning but today I asked my mum to like, wash it, you know when you take a syringe and a plastic tube, put a warm, salty solution in the syringe and pump it through your ear at high pressure? It’s pretty much what they do in hospitals.
So she did that today and I shit you not the thing that came out was so big it felt like she sucked out an entire ORGAN out through my ear. Holy shit that thing was IN MY EAR how could I hear ANYTHING?!
I feel like I have to name it and bury it in a tiny casket, put a little headstone there, call the local newspaper and publish an obituary.
Pass Through Fire 