i just chugged some martinelli’s gold medal 100% apple juice and i feel jumpy and sick wtf martinelli what the fuck up
One day, when I was little, I ran away and hid in a cave. That’s where I met them.
They were blind, just like me, so we understood each other. I was able to learn Earthbending; not just as a martial art, but as an extension of my senses. For them, the original Earthbenders, it wasn’t just about fighting. It was their way of interacting with the world.
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
ERNST LUDWIG KIRCHNER- Two Heads Looking at Eachother (1930)
Woodcut. 36.6 x 49.2 cm
@VeronicaRoth: @realjohngreen Oh no! You left your Gus & Hazel in Chicago!
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Three wonderful people. (Ansel is so tall! Veronica is, like, my height.)
