I swiped my credit card on this vending machine and it said “no sale” and just spat out a dollar bill at me??
reblog the Money Dollar and a vending machine will bless you with miniscule wealth and extreme confusion
I don’t believe this. This machine looks far too archaic to have a Card Reader. You all are being sold lies.
why does everyone on this site think they’re the fucking mythbusters
Winters are really hard with depression and I broke down in front of my mom about it and today there’s a sun lamp at my door. Lamps they use in the arctic when they don’t see the sun. And I cant help but tear up at this, the desperation of a mother, to do anything to fix her baby
Her desperation to find anything that could possibly help in any way, no matter how small. And I feel so bad because I can’t imagine what she’s going through. How worried she must be.
We don’t deserve moms
girls writing poetry are always like “i fed my blood to the coyotes i reached inside of myself and tore out my own lungs” and i’m always like damn u good? Mood tho
anyone remember those betty crocker infomercials they played on cartoon network in the like the early-mid 2000s for no reason
there was also the chocolate factory commerical
My whole body just experienced deja vu
I feel soooo old!!!!
An B….
clearly he originally had “an A” and then decided that was asking too much
True
It’s so healing to wake up in a silent house and silently make your own coffee or tea and enjoy the beautifully intricate fullness of the morning silence while remaining calm and collected and unbothered by all outer and inner noise and it’s so low-key elevating and pacifying to rejoice in the silent atmosphere of your own house and just silently block the rest of the world…it’s a slice of heaven
frodo-sam