today at work i rung up a customer and the total was 12.30 and i said “12:30, reminds me of a clock :)” and they kind of smiled at me with confusion and i was like “like the time on a clock, just reminds me of it… 12:30” and they said “i have no idea what you’re talking about…” with an expression of supreme pity and gentleness. after that was finished i turned to my coworker next to me and said “i just bombed so hard with this clock comment” and then realized the customer hadn’t moved and was still standing right next to me. if my fate continues down this path, the customer will probably read this tumblr post as well
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fyodor dostoevsky (the brothers karamazov), charles bukowski (a vote for the gentle light)
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Fyodor Dostoevsky, Poor Folk (translated by C. J. Hogarth)
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i believe you can always get back to yourself. you can always soften into being again. no matter how long you might be stuck in a pattern of unhappiness, of being jaded, of feeling guarded from the world in some way. there is always a path back. give yourself a chance to find it.
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in conclusion,
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MUSHISHI (2005)
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A storm is brewing
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This... still resonates...
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No context needed
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Born to shoujo forced to shounen
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