so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
So you know.
This might be the real one, y’all.
Reblogging to spread the luck and the good fortune
Has there ever been a star wars thing that further explores an unhealthy relationship between master and apprentice? Not in a creepy way, but in how the sort of surrogate parent-child relationship can lead to the attachments that are supposed to lead to the dark side. There is some mention of this regarding qui-obi, obi-anakin, but it’d be cool for something to take it further and have a master and padawan fall to the dark side, perhaps by choosing to save each other instead of a planet or something. It’s also cool how this ties into the sith rule of two, but then it doesn’t really fit with how the apprentice is supposed to kill the master
I’m moving different. This shit ain’t nothing to me man. I’m a dog. I’m biting the fart bubbles in the bath. We smoking symbiotes. Smoking that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian Furburger Deluxe Mega Million Scratcher Skunk Bubba Kush. We smoking dung beetle. I’m on twelve Vicodins smoking on Scooby Doo dick. We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers? We snorting that good buffalo soldier tamarind Jordanian Jibbies. They must have amnesia, they forgot that I’m Him. That Burberry backwoods pack kitten that pussy smell, like a Hellcat VH. We smoking shit in a glass pipe blowing the Lord’s bubbles. I’m sick in the head. I’m on them Broward County tic tacs. I’m on them Georgetown geronimos. I’m on them Nashville nibblers. I left my Margelas in the Benz truck, I’ll have to stunt on them next time. I don’t give a fuck if I go blind. I don’t need to see the price tag anyway. We s- I’m high on twelve Jason Bournes looking to beat the cum out of a thick fresh hoe. We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of shit. I’ll fucking kill you. Call that pussy The Matrix cuz I’m in this bitch, and I can’t get out. Last guy who ran off on the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him. I need more Sequoia banshee boogers! Don’t be shy girl, I love me some, pastrami mud flaps. I’m moving like French Montana. Hæh? Welcome to the cream kingdom bitch, open up! Blac Chyna, I drink her piss out of another man’s balls. My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Herrelson. You ain’t seen ten bands in your life, chit! Reach for my neck you’ll get turned into an example. Y'all gotta stop playing with me man. I threw diamonds at the strip clubs under the Great Pyramids. I pushed a camel through the eye of a needle. This shit ain’t nothing to me man. Tied the opps to the back of a track hog. And dragged him around the block for twenty four hours. Motherfucker! Looked like a Resident Evil 5 campaign extra after we was done with him. Opps wanted some initiative, blew up their entire quadrant. I’m moving like Oppenheimer. She drop that ass on me from an egregarious angle, they thought I was Steven Wallace. Top shelf zaza, disrupted my circadian rhythm. I have seen the Magna Carta, I have seen the eye of Horuh. I was flipping bricks for Mansa Musa before you all even became a type 1 civilization. This shit ain’t nothing to me you stupid piece of shit. Step the wrong way and you will perish. That pussy feel like Biscoff butter. You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care about this shit, cuz I don’t give a shit. If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit, I’d be broke, cuz I don’t give a shit. My bitch look like David Hasselhoff. I balled so hard they thought I was a fucking nutsack. This shit ain’t nothing to me man I’ll kill you you stupid piece of shit
