A man was found murdered on Sunday morning. His wife then called the police, and the police questioned the wife and staff and got these alibis: the wife claims she was asleep, the cook was cooking breakfast, the gardener was picking vegetables, the maid was getting the mail and the butler was cleaning the closet. The police instantly arrested the murderer. Who did it?
BLACK = I would date you. GREEN = I think you’re cute. PINK = I have a crush on you. BROWN = I love you. GREY = I wish you would notice me. PURPLE = I don’t talk to you much but I really love your blog. TEAL = We have a lot in common. YELLOW = I want to be friends. ORANGE = I don’t like your blog. BLUE = Your blog is my favorite. RED = I strongly dislike you. WHITE = You intimidate me.
Was a failure. I got buzzed and ended up being shoved around by a bunch of old smelly people who were there to listen to a Beatles tribute band. And then some pretty hipster chick rolled her eyes at me for smiling. Or she rolled her eyes while I happened to be smiling at her. It was awkward. There were hipsters hiding in tight cliques in the corners too afraid of the seniors and their memories of the 60’s-70’s. I came at the wrong time…
“You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an impeccable credit score. Anyone who expects you to do any of those things has no sense of history or economics or science or the arts. You have to pay your own electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth. But that’s all.”—Dear Sugar, The Rumpus (via ceedling)