drink your school stay in sleep don’t do milk and get eight hours of drugs
He looks like he’s followed all that advice.
you think you’re cool but you’re just room temperature
[concerned pete wentz face]
dont trust people who dont keep their starter pokemon
Tbh you don’t really have the right to judge what somebody else is putting in their body. Poor people crave soda and get their periods and have kids who want Cheetos sometimes too. Nobody is going through your grocery cart with a fine-toothed comb. Trust me, that alone is privilege. Carefully selecting the least judgmental looking cashier at a grocery store is a real life thing people deal with. I promise.
To me, this is the same thing as saying I can’t buy something nice when I finally catch a tiny break in life. JUST BECAUSE WE’RE POOR DOESN’T MEAN WE DON’T WANT STUFF TOO. There is nothing worse than saving up for something you really want for a long time and then getting judged for it. I remember how much shit I got on here for posting about owning a MacBook (which was GIVEN to me, but I didn’t specify that because it’s clearly nobody’s business) and anyway it was just so discouraging and annoying. Like we don’t deserve to have nice things. Whatever
I guarantee you those people are getting far more calories and food for more days out of those things than they would if they purchased fresh fruit.
Seriously. We’re poor. We’re still human. We don’t lose the desire or need for processed sugar (which most everyone is addicted to, regardless of socio-economic status), the desire or need for comfort (which many people get from food), cravings, or the right to eat what we want (regardless of other people’s judgmental assholery) based on what’s in our pocket or bank account.
Okay no. Fucking no. You think your sandwich is cute with peanut butter and jelly hearts, fucker? Well you’ll change your mind once you put it together and try to eat it. First you’ll get a mouthful of just bread and disappointment, then when you take another bite your mouth will be assaulted by copious the amounts of sticky peanut butter and sugary jelly and there won’t be enough bread to save you from it. A sandwich like that is what failure tastes like. The pb and j may be shaped like hearts but there’s no love in that sandwich. It’s about balance. Life needs balance, and so does your fucking sandwich. You disgust me. Don’t talk to me until you know how to make a proper sandwich.
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