So work ~issuez~ (AKA awful boss ~issuez~) are forcing me to look at other gyms I might want to work at, but I’m having a really hard time applying to a swanky one that exclusively hires tall, athletic, nice looking-ish trainers because my inner Catholic is like “that’s super fucking vain, dude” and the rest of me is like “YO DAWG YOU CAN MAKE BUCKETS OF CASH IF YOU’RE COMFORTABLE WEARING SKIMPY CLOTHING”.
Don’t let your kids grow up Catholic.
(Source: sheldony, via kelseybecca)
“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays.”—Dead Poets Society (the book)
This film inspires me.
Word.
(via thingsinthemirror)
(Source: im-cool-like-that, via standpoor)
I look bad in all my summer clothes.
Confidence: Low.
(Source: flyingwhat, via jellay-fish)
