"It Doesn't Help Your Credibility To Exaggerate, Most Employers Wouldn't Literally Work You To Death"

i love you. you made a mistake? i dont care i love you. you made a wrong choice? love you. you don’t think you’re good for anything? guess what you’re good for loving i love you

me and my homies support real artists who put their passion into their pieces instead of a machine who rips off the hard work of talented peeps

chat reminder to just write whatever the fuck you want. write that overused trope. write that obscure shit that no one will have heard of. just. do it. your writing is yours stop depriving it of that.

partagaz listening to nimik's manifesto and than killing himself? what a move.

Part: 141/?

“what’s your dream job” im so glad you asked. picture this. i am the lone employee of a strange and mysterious tchotchke/bookshop in the middle of nowhere, full of fun and interesting things that i am allowed to take for the low low price of free of charge. i get one, exceedingly interesting, customer per hour. i work no more than twenty hours a week and am salaried 3 million dollars