the white cat is me and the gray cat is life
He’s a Pirate [ukulele version] | covered by Sungha Jung
I could listen to this all day, no joke.
I rarely click on audio posts. SO GLAD I DID THIS TIME!!
YES! go Miguel!
That was awesome!
THERE HE IS, WHAT A GEM AND LOOK AT THAT FUCKING DUCKLING AH I CAN’T
love how we all know what duckling this was referring to
there’s only one duckling in the photo how could we not know
‘arent we supposed to have antlers or something’
‘fuck if i know’
awwww
Aw aw aw aw a billion times AWWW
(Source: 4rtmusic)
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
I don’t know this man or this mom, but I love them both.