Welcome to the Millennial generation
Ur doin it rite.
Has anyone typed that URL into their address bar?
So so painful.
this could’ve been avoided
they had so many options
Randomest shit time is done. Please stop sending me One Direction lyrics.
This is my new favorite tumblr.
I tell myself I liked this for the Skyrim reference.
"Heh heh," I say as I ferociously crush the mouse button to "Follow".
REBLOG IF IT IS OKAY TO COME INTO YOUR INBOX AND SAY THE RANDOMEST SHIT I CAN THINK OF BECAUSE I REALLY WANT TO INTERACT WITH YOU.
Everyone needs this on their blog to show how excited they are for Tomorrow.
Too ra loo ra, too ra loo rye ayyyye
♛ Come on. Eileen. too loo rye aye. Dexys Midnight Runners. Come on Eileen. music.
2 weeks ago | REBLOG
I also understand that those cover letters won’t write themselves.
Since the only work experience I have to my credit are 200 practicum hours from 5 years ago, I’ve resorted to listing academic and civic affiliations to at least reflect some degree of proactivity and responsibility.
I’ve trimmed down the list but it’s probably still a little too much that I just might be treading on the fine line between well-rounded and schizo/distracted.
Should I even apply as an underbar associate or just as a paralegal? This is all confusing real world stuff. For a post-grad who’s never been employed before, it sure feels like stepping on tall grass for the first time.and coming across a wild Charizard.
When Pikachu is repeatedly shocking Ash to try to bring him back to life, Misty says “Pikachu…” in the Japanese version, and “Please, no…” in the English version. A commentary revealed that the dubbers had many alternatives for this piece of dialog, one of them being, “My bike…-
My bike. They should’ve gone with “My bike…”
I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS IS BUT WHY WASN’T I INVITED
AN OPEN LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT
[T]hat “casualty count” you so callously keep referring to? That’s not just a number to us. That “casualty count” are family, friends, and neighbors that we will never see again. People we loved and cared about that we will never be able to laugh with or share a drink with.
After being stuck in a dead zone with no comms and internet the past 48 hours ngayon ko lang nababalitaan ang latest antics ng ating kagalang-galang na pangulo.
So take this as one Taclobanon’s OPEN LETTER to His Excellency, Benigno Aquino, President of the Republic of the Philippines.
Don’t get me wrong, I do not for a moment presume that you don’t know the pain of loss. I’m sure you do. But, you see, that’s precisely my point. I’m sure you understand, that any human being going through the deepest and darkest grief doesn’t care much that it’s this or that person’s fault. What we need from you right now, Mr. President, is an outstretched hand, not a big middle finger.