They call me coffee cuz I grind so fine
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They call me coffee I keep you up past 2 am
They call me coffee because I’m really bitter and most people don’t like me without changing some aspect of what I am
- someone: what are your plans for the weekend
- me: who knows
- me: (i know)
- me: (i'm not leaving the house)
My boss called me “Tyrone” on accident (My name is Tyrand). She apologized and bought me lunch to make up for it. I didn’t think twice about it, since I’m used to getting called every variant of “Ty-(fill in blank here)”. Then later on I read a quote she keeps in her work area that made me feel kinda special.
“During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: “What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?” Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. “Absolutely,” said the professor. “In your careers you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say ‘Hello’.”
I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.“
This is a very important lesson to learn
You know what turns me on? Effort. Assurance. Show me you care. That you really want me. I’m tired of doubting whether people are coming or going.
me: not today, satan
satan: you’ve been canceling our plans for weeks now. if it’s something i said, please just tell me
- me before showering: i don’t want to shower
- me once in the shower: i live here now
- me before showering: i don’t want to shower
- me once in the shower: i live here now
sometimes i hear songs i liked in middle school and i’m like…. how did i possibly relate to this as a 12 year old. who was hurting me so bad that secondhand serenade made sense to me
me at the dentist
dentist: when was the last time you flossed?
me: bro u were THERE
I want someone to look at me and think “she’s my happy ending.”
