How Does Life Work For The Shaker Family In Blue's Clues. Did Steve Buy Them From The Store? Did They

I don’t know why this started but I freaking love vending machines. And not real ones either. I mean like, anime-style cartoon kind of vending machines. It’s the idea of a vending machine on a street where a group of friends meet up every day after school. That’s where secrets are shared and feelings are confessed. It’s where they go when they’re sad, and when they celebrate. It’s big enough for them to climb on top of and sit there, leaning on each other as they stare at the stars or the sunset. And even when they drift apart, move away, or find their own lives, when they come back to visit family, as they cross the road and see the old vending machine still standing, they always have a quarter to spare for their favorite soda. But real vending machines could never live up to my expectations.

@thalia-rains !!!!!!!! Oh my gosh, thank you for this list! I will definitely be checking them out! <3

Imagine a fantasy book where all the characters are autistic and there's a mysterious oracle who only speaks in riddles, but it's not because they're cursed. It's because they're the only neurotypical and no one can understand them because they never say what they mean.

I JUST REMEMBERED THAT MY COWORKER PAT MY HEAD TODAY AND IT WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER

I have never had my head pat before, but I always found the idea endearing, and then she pat my head as she passed by and I just kind of froze and didn’t know what to do and just spluttered for a few seconds because it felt so nice and then she DID IT AGAIN and I thanked her. I sincerely hope I did not weird her out.

Kinda wish I had a future to look forward to aside from the game I’m playing, but alas.

Every time I see a little girl and her dad happily talking to each other in Spanish, I have to fight back tears so hard because it always reminds me of my dad. He’s not dead or anything like that, I just really love my dad.

I only ever eat half of my sandwiches. Idk man, sandwiches are just too much of a commitment, sorry 🫤

Goodbye, goodbye. Eyes, once alive, are now dead in another life.

I so love (no I don't) how my older brother told my little brother that if they had been in the same grade, that my little brother would have absolutely been in my older brother's friend group. And then my older brother also told me that he hates being associated with me. So I think I have a reason to be upset by our relationship.

Thought I would share my depressing parody of “Gone Forever” by Three Days Grace because I’m actually a little proud of how it turned out. Trigger warning for depression. (I’m okay now in case anyone is worried.)

Don’t know what’s going on.

Don’t know why I’m wrong.

Feels like a hundred years my

Ambition has been gone.

And I stay up all night

With these bloodshot eyes

While these walls surround me;

Where’s the meaning of my life?

I’d feel so much better

If I were gone forever.

I tell myself you wouldn’t miss me at all.

It’s not lying, denying, that you’d feel so much better if I were

To be gone forever.

Wish feelings were more clear.

So do you need me here?

While I’m in dark surroundings,

D’you wish I’d disappear?

And I try hard to find

The reasons in my mind.

Until the morning comes I’ll

Just want to end my life.

Would you feel much better

If I were gone forever?

Tell yourself you wouldn't miss me at all.

Be lying, denying, that you’d feel so much better if I were

To be gone forever.

First time thoughts screamed at me

I tried hard not to leave.

I need to know it can get so much better.

I hope that you’d miss me.

I hope you make me see.

“Don’t be gone forever.”

Wish feelings were more clear.

I wish you’d need me here.

While I’m in dark surroundings,

Don’t let me disappear.

I want to feel better.

Don’t want to leave forever.

I tell myself that I would miss you all.

I’m not lying, denying, that I just want it better;

Now don’t let it be forever.

And now I want forever.

Don’t let me end forever.

I cried today at work.

There was a girl who was kind of a new coworker, and I complimented her voice. She was shocked, and thanked me profusely, and told me that she is very insecure about her voice and that it meant a lot to her that I liked it. She said that just yesterday she had been feeling down because of how much she disliked it.

I didn’t cry a lot, but my eyes got watery and a few tears leaked out. I was devastated that she didn’t like her own voice, because I adored it so much and it hurt that she didn’t see the beauty in it. But mostly I cried because of how sincerely she thanked me, and it felt so good to be able to lift her spirits at least a little bit. As I walked away and continued my work, it dawned on me for the first time in my life that perhaps I really am useful, and that I am a good person.

If all I have accomplished by the end of my life is complimenting her, then her reaction alone makes my life worth it.