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when morning bad but warsaw trams smile devilishly at you
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it's funny because my job involves a lot of using a box cutter, so you'd think that's the thing I'd accidentally hurt myself with the most
but nooo no no no. the box cutter is my colleague, my ally, my friend. you know what is truly bloodthirsty in a print & signage shop? literally Anything Else that's able to cut but not supposed to. cardboard, sheets of plastic, the humble paper of course, corrugated polypropylene, aluminum composite sheets - i nicked myself on a sheet of magnetic material today?? it bled. kinda profusely.
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box cutter: a trusty companion, might hurt you if you handle it wrong, but that's understandable
stuff you use the box cutter on: they know you as their enemy. they know the rules of this life: kill, or be killed. they know what they have to do.
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"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.
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If you鈥檙e being questioned about a murder by one of those hobbyist detectives. it is an absolute rule that you have to be washing the dishes or pruning some plants while talking, so that when they finally get around to asking a pointed question about where you were at the time of the murder you can freeze for a second with a knife in your hand. It鈥檚 enrichment for them you gotta understand. They thrive off of red herrings, it鈥檚 their favorite treat, so even if you have a rock solid alibi and weren鈥檛 involved with the murder at all you have to give them some reason to be suspicious of you. It鈥檚 what friends are for.
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