What happens when it’s my turn to display at the library.

What happens when it’s my turn to display at the library.

humansofnewyork:

"It gives me emotional power."

humansofnewyork:

"It gives me emotional power."

Funnel of Love by SQÜRL featuring Madeline Follin

Dying over this Wanda Jackson cover that opens Only Lovers Left Alive. I want to wring that movie out and bathe in it.

dcu:

Bruce Timm returns to direct Batman in this incredible new animated short. I can’t express how much I love this and would have posted it sooner, if I wasn’t busy watching it over and over and over…

(via chasingcoolness)

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Wait it gets worse

Returning home from a late night, I walked down my block, looked up at my apartment (a building away, a few floors up) and saw one of my cats perched at the head of my bed, looking out my (closed) window.

“He knows it’s person-coming-home time! He’s looking for me!”

So I whistled at him.

(I’m training my cats to come when I whistle, and figured it would at least get his attention.)

When that didn’t work, I called his name.

With some “pretty kitty smart baby boy” stuff thrown in.

And then I saw someone on the other side of the street.

Looking at me.

dearchels: Love remembered me and said “I will make a rose bloom in your heart.”
Tattoo by Chelsea Jane at Saints And Sinners Tattoo in Garden Grove, ca. Hi@chelseajane.com
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I got, like, 10% cuter this week, and it’s all thanks to Chelsea.

dearchels: Love remembered me and said “I will make a rose bloom in your heart.”

Tattoo by Chelsea Jane at Saints And Sinners Tattoo in Garden Grove, ca. Hi@chelseajane.com

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I got, like, 10% cuter this week, and it’s all thanks to Chelsea.

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Do our employers have an obligation to protect us from racist/sexist patrons?

librariesfuckyeah: I don’t necessarily mean the belligerent ones either. What if otherwise their behavior is not outside of the code of conduct? Do we have a right to not be told “there’s a good girl” by old white dudes? Do we have a right to not be hit on? Or is this what we signed up for? Went into student loan debt for?

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Adventures in Working With the Public, volume forever

I mostly love my job, but stuff like this does happen. I’m lucky that a straight-up bitch lives in me and I feel comfortable standing up for myself and handling things, but it’s still super gross encountering this shit when I’m just trying to kick ass at my job. I believe that my employers would back me up, but the onus is generally on me to deal with it, at least in the moment. So my only advice is to master a bitch please face, have some scathing and shaming retorts at the ready, and feel nothing…which isn’t much help, I’m afraid.
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Looking back at myself a few years ago: what the fuck were you thinking? Those bangs, really?

Looking ahead at myself in a few years, most likely: what the fuck are you thinking? Those bangs, really?

In the present moment, every time, coupled with equal parts crippling self-doubt: this.

(via chasingcoolness)

iworkatapubliclibrary:

On the front door of a library.

This morning a man came into the library  looking for a 1040V and I asked him if that was the form for vampires. He laughed, we laughed, I printed the form for him, and it was the best case scenario for any human interaction at a workplace on a Saturday at the crack of dawn. Bless you, libraries, for enabling the total weirdos in all of us.

iworkatapubliclibrary:

On the front door of a library.

This morning a man came into the library looking for a 1040V and I asked him if that was the form for vampires. He laughed, we laughed, I printed the form for him, and it was the best case scenario for any human interaction at a workplace on a Saturday at the crack of dawn. Bless you, libraries, for enabling the total weirdos in all of us.

"Waah: I only link things here now" and then I linked things

I don’t come here often anymore and I don’t think that’s going to change. I just don’t have much to say. I’m very busy (this, from someone with no partner and no kids, but there are so many books out there and naps take time, lots of time) and very private, and there’s not much to talk about that isn’t “things are great, but I can’t really get into it” or “things are not great, but I can’t really get into it”.

Lately I only want repost a bunch of Instagram shots, reblog every cat pic and Simpsons gif (sup, Ryan), or link every Toast post in existence (especially Beauty Advice from Mallory, a Solitary Witch, which, !!!). This is becoming less my site and more a collection of things I like, which is fine (and mostly what tumblr is about, yeah?) but not really what I wanted out of a blog.

Regardless, I want to share this as much as I can. The response is a work of art. The situation doesn’t apply to me (and may not for you, either) but the sentiment is universal. I keep going back to it, rereading it, over and over. Also, that stock photo.

"I played along with anything and everything for so many years, and it never did anything for me. It just made me feel like a crazy, needy person once the truth came out, that I didn’t want to just hang around and act like a guy for the rest of my life. I settled for whatever, time and again, without bringing the full force of who I was into the picture. Eventually, I found myself, through music and writing and through a few strong, committed friendships. And once I understood my own ideas and beliefs about love, and I felt confident enough to express them, I could finally stand up for what I really wanted. I had courage in my convictions. I didn’t have to roll along with ways of living that I knew would never serve me or create a happy, fulfilling relationship.

And look, once you make a very clear distinction (This is what I want from a relationship. This is what I DON’T want.) you can actually HAVE FAITH THAT YOU WILL NOT SUFFER THROUGH BULLSHIT AGAIN. You can trust yourself to walk away from bad situations. You can trust that you won’t sell yourself short. You can trust yourself to give voice to your desires, and to honor the deepest, truest parts of your soul. “

Go read it - all the way to those killer last lines.

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All of that, as just general life advice, hits me in chest, hard. With each year I’m feeling more settled, calming the fuck down about everything (except the fast lane), and enjoying it more than the last - something I attribute to knowing myself well and becoming increasingly decisive on what I want out of friends, family, career, everything. I’ve spent the last few years carving out a specific life, and for the most part I’m very content. But I don’t know how to talk about that in way that is interesting and doesn’t feel narcissistic…so I don’t.

I am still here, though. (And if anyone thinks I’m judging you for sharing your life, I’m not, I love reading about it, stop caring what some old cat lady weirdo on the Internet thinks, I wore my shirt inside out at work today.) I’m still checking things out, discovering, admiring, and being inspired. And you’re all rad.

night-vale-community-radio:

Cat eyes and stars are very similar, when you think about it.

They both shine very brightly at night, and they are always watching you.

Nature is amazing.

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