I don’t know why it was you that I loved
of all people
my heart had to choose you
why couldn’t it have chosen
someone who loved me back
you had your problems and I had mine
in the end, we couldn’t help each other.

serious:

who were you?

voiceofkiki:

cloverclark:

It’s ironic.

When I worked in fast food for minimum wage, they would yell at us and lecture us about “stealing” fries and burgers (while we had to throw out TONS of food every day) as though the giant billion-dollar corporations of McDonald’s and Sonic couldn’t afford to give their employees something to eat (while not even paying us a living wage).

Now I work at an upscale restaurant (it’s fancy, like celebrities eat there fairly often) and not only do I make WAY better money but they give us 2 free meals a day (eaten on the clock) and they’re GOOD. Today I got baked cod, spring rolls, rice pilaf, stir fry, and mashed potatoes and eggplant. Oh, and free espresso and juice. From this restaurant owned by a local man who is in no way a billionaire.

Obviously money is not the issue, valuing your employees as people is.

This needs all of the reblogs.  All of them.

imanaires:

im short & bitter

firestarterstudios:

the-fittest-feminist:

thestormscrolls:

no way in hell am i passing this up

a student from uni scrolled past this and ended up failing all of his courses, even the ones he thought he passed… not gonna take this chance.

WAAAAY TOO GODDAMN RISKY.