when you smoke weed all the time sobriety becomes an altered state of consciousness

this boring ass planet no aliens, dragons or giants just dumb ass people and bills

smh i delay my haircut intentionally to look rugged just to make that glow up more iconic.

y’all ever wipe ur butt and accidentally pull out some ass hair 😭😂

Being thirty with two kids, you realize pretty quickly that "home" is the only place where you can’t be fired. It’s your sanctuary. But when I was eighteen, my home felt more like a courtroom. My stepfather had been in the picture for five years, and he’d spent most of them acting like he’d built the place with his bare hands. A few months before my birthday, he cornered me in the kitchen. He had this smug, "teaching you a lesson" grin on his face. He slid a notepad across the counter. "What's this?" I asked, looking at the numbers. "Reality," he said, leaning back. "You’re turning eighteen. The free ride ends. That’s the monthly rent for your room. It’s a fair price for a man to pay for his keep." I looked at the number. Then I looked at him. "You’re serious? You’re charging me rent?" "In this house, I’m the man of the house," he replied, pointing a finger at the floor. "And in my house, everybody contributes. If you don't like it, the front door works just fine." I felt this slow, burning heat in my chest. I looked over at my mom. She was busy at the sink, suddenly very interested in a frying pan she’d already scrubbed twice. "Mom," I said. "Does he actually think he owns this place?" My stepfather scoffed. "Don't get smart. Your mother and I are married. It’s our property." "Mom," I said again, louder this time. "Tell him." She finally turned around, wiping her hands on her apron, looking like she wanted to disappear. "He’s right," she whispered, looking at her husband. "The house was never mine. My ex....his father, he left it to him. It’s in a trust. It’s been his since he was six years old." The silence that hit the room was deafening. My stepfather’s hand stayed frozen in mid-air. He looked at the ceiling, then at the walls, like he was seeing them for the first time. "What?" "I'm the landlord," I said, and I didn't even try to hide the edge in my voice. "You’ve been living in my father’s house for five years, sleeping in his room, eating at his table, and you didn't even know whose name was on the deed?" "Now hold on," he started, his face turning a deep shade of red. "That’s not... I’ve been providing.." "You’ve been a guest," I interrupted. I picked up the notepad with his 'fair rent' calculation and handed it back to him. "Actually, I think your idea is great. Responsibility is important. Since I’m the man of the house now, and you’re an adult living under my roof... I expect your first check on the first of the month. Or, like you said, the front door works just fine." Now that I’ve got my own son and daughter, I think about that moment a lot. People love to talk about 'fairness' right up until the moment the scales tip against them. He wanted to teach me how to be a man; I ended up teaching him how to be a tenant.

introvert naturally, extrovert to those who deserve it

What benefits health wise does sex provide that one might miss out on? Long-term

She already in her bag, ima put more in it

if i can’t learn money or mindset from you, stay far from my circle

I don't wanna see no more before and after quitting weed photos 😭😭😭😭

I remember years ago on a forum (email list, that’s how old) a woman talking about going to a museum, and seeing among the women’s household objects a number of fired clay items referred to as “prayer objects”. (Apparently this sort of labeling is not uncommon when you have something that every house has and appears to be important, but no-one knows what it is.) She found a docent and said, “Excuse me, but I think those are drop spindles.” “Why would you think that, ma’am?” “Because they look just like the ones my husband makes for me. See?” They got all excited, took tons of pictures and video of her spinning with her spindle. When she was back in the area a few years later, they were still on display, but labeled as drop spindles.

Someone left me $250 bucks in cash in an envelope on my door and I was confused wondering who left it. Then I got a text message from this guy in my complex whose a single dad. I always cook way to much food, so instead of me wasting it. I just give it to him and his kids. He sent me a text message saying that the days I would leave him food, were the days he struggled to feed his kids and I had no idea. I was just trying to not waste my good cooking. But he said he just got a big promotion at work and received a big bonus and I was the first person he thought of. He said I was an angel in his life and didn’t even know it and my sensitive ass can’t stop crying. I had no clue that man was struggling to feed his kids. But it was on my heart to give him the food. You never know what people are going through, so if it’s on your heart to do something nice for someone, just do it. You don’t always have to know the full story. We all need help sometimes and have to much pride to ask. I don’t judge anyone for their struggles.But all i know is….my ass can’t stop crying. That really touched my soul.

They want to see me fall in love, I want to watch my bank account fall in love with zeros. Ain't no time for tears and drama when there's opportunities out here waiting on somebody hungry enough to grab them.

My brother's wife called to ask why I didn't bring my kids to his birthday dinner last month. My brother isn't married and I don't have kids. Her: They were so disappointed you cancelled last minute. Me: Who is this? Her: It's Ayumi. Are you okay? Me: I don't know anyone named Ayumi. Her: Your brother's wife. We met at the wedding. My brother got divorced three years ago, he's been single since, lives alone in Saitama. Me: What's my brother's name? Her: That's not funny. Me: I'm serious. Long pause. Her: Kenji. Your brother Kenji. That's his name. Her: Is this about New Year's? He apologized for that. Me: I need his address. Her: You're coming over now? He's at work until seven. She gave me an address in Yokohama. I've never heard of my brother living in Yokohama. I took the train down that afternoon. Residential neighborhood, newer building. Apartment 502. I rang the bell. A woman answered. Early thirties, wearing house clothes. Her: You came anyway. Me: You're Ayumi? Her: Obviously. She let me in, family photos on the wall. My brother in every single one. Wedding photo: him in a suit, her in white, dated June 2021..........🧵

adulthood is crazy, you really just go home to eat, sleep and live at work

Two souls can have real feelings for each other while still lacking the emotional tools and compatibility to love each other well. You can care deeply for someone and still be unable to participate in love consciously.

When did entry-level start meaning you already need to know how to do the job?

some niggas don’t need a perfect relationship. they need something genuine.

Bro took it personal