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pileofmonkeys:

I have waited tables. I’ve worked in bars. You know who tips well? The working poor, the lower middle class, and people who work or have worked in service industries. You know who tips shitty or not at all? Rich people, upper middle class people, and privileged fuckers who use their “moral opposition” to tipping to be cheap assholes. 

This is very true.

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Today I joined a gym. It is right across the road from my workplace and is open 24/7. No excuses, I am determined to actually attend regularly, get my fitness levels up, and maybe, just maybe, feel better about being in my own meatsack.

RAWR etc.

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In all my relationships, I am the one who loves most. There are days when it hurts, days when I want to be more important to others than they are to me, days when I want someone to believe in me like I am a miracle, days when I want someone to look at me and see burning galaxies, days when I want to get back everything that I have given, days when I want more, always more, so much more, but there are other days when I thank the universe for my plus sized love, for my open-door heart, for my spilled lake of feelings, for the mixture of softness and war that makes me who I am. On those days, I take all the love inside me and I stretch it out until it extends to every part of my body, until I can feel it flow in my veins and beat in my heart, and I understand that this is strength, that feeling and loving strongly is never a weakness, that caring more only allows others to take advantage of you if you don’t extend that caring to yourself, that there is nothing wrong with being the one who loves most, but you have to love yourself too.
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