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.
Do you realize how far Sam has come though ?
He went from the boy with demon blood to the boy whose blood is so pure it can cure demons
I mean shine bright like a sam winchester ok
Ellen’s response to the ‘Abercrombi& Fitch’ statement.
Ellen is my hero
How could someone hate her i just
this is so awesome.
lol oh tchaikovsky
tchaikovsky whta r u doing
tchaikovsky wat the fcuk is ur problem
The url of the person who posted this makes this so much funnier.
what if instead of countries declaring war on each other there was just a big rap battle
did you mean eurovision