Reblog if you think public libraries are important and should be maintained.

a velvety skeleton friend here to bring you financial luck this october 🔮✨

I was just helping some college students at work and while I was looking in my system for the book they needed one of them was like, “We’re watching a horror movie in my Lit class right now…it’s got a young vampire girl and this little boy who becomes friends with her.” And like? Her friend was like, “???”

And while I’m still looking in the system, just casually respond with, “You’re watching Let the Right One In?” And I’m not sure who was more shocked, the girl watching the movie for that Lit class or her friend.

IT'S SEPTEMBER 1ST!!!

That means:

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Scary skeletons 💀 are right around the corner!!

I can't wait for pumpkin spice

THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS

1993 | dir. Henry Selick

damn that finale huh. anyways no spoilers schoolbus graveyard summary:

I don’t like spiders - never have, I had an awful experience as a teenager. But that’s a story for another time.

I was talking with my husband and I panicked upon seeing a spider just going about it’s business. I actually jumped back which I think caused the spider to pause and be all, “oh, better blend in.”

Spoiler alert: it couldn’t blend in. Why? Because it was tan and our carpet is blue. And not only that, it attempted to casually stroll. Like this spider literally embodied, “nothing to see here.”

my husband finally took pity on me and got rid of said spider. (He made fun of me later saying my sixth sense is whenever a spider is around it’s like my senses get sharper…I didn’t think that was so funny.)

i hope that one day i will finally be ok….i’ll make a cherry pie when it is all over

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

Stop giving me $100 to break at my till...I’m not a bank. (/Sorry if this seems like me being a jerk, but...? I literally only start out with so much money. And you take all my $20′s when I break your $100...rude?)

For the love of my sanity, give me smaller bills or just use your card. Please. It’s a pain getting a $100, but what’s even worse is when my $20′s are wiped out and I’ve gotta give the next person cash back in $5′s. And I’m sorry that it’s like that, but the last person took my big bills because they paid with a big bill.

And on top of that, I’ve gotta wait for my manager to get me more $20′s, so I don’t run out of little bills.

Please...I’m not a bank.

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

I know it's probably petty complaining about my work schedule...but I'm near about to go feral.

I've worked on 7 am shifts for a hot minute and now these really fucked 9 am - 6 pm and 10 am - 6 pm shifts show up out of nowhere like a fuckin' mini boss I gotta beat. And again, I know it's petty to complain - I've got hours and steady ones; but it's not good for my anxiety. On those 9 am and 10 am days I still wake up like I'm going in at 7 am. (I'm lucky to wake up around 6 and not immediately panic, before realizing my schedule for that day.) My anxiety makes it feel like I'm either constantly late to work or will be late because of what I've gotten used to.

I don't like it, it messes with my routine.

Maybe it's because I've gotten used to those early hours? Or because I'm still getting used to not taking grad classes? But I need to find a way not to break down, have an anxiety attack, or worse: have another depressive episode because of work. (I'm tired and done, but I cannot find a damn job in my current field, or anything else around here. I'm spinning my wheels and getting tired of picking up slack because I don't know how to soeak up, or say, "No!")

This morning was rough for me - I actually woke up crying (which has never happened before.) and basically bawled my eyes out for fifteen minutes, while saying, "I don't wanna go to work." I have no idea what caused me to freak out, but what I do know is that my depression decided to rear its ugly head.

My boyfriend had to convince me that it was okay to call out and not feel guilty. (I still did, until I got a text from a coworker telling me that it was okay to call out and reassuring me that we were fully staffed. The sad thing, is even hours later, I still feel guilty for not going to work even though my mental health is importanot too. But how messed up is it that I prioritize my job over my own mental health and well being?)

I know that my coworker and boyfriend were right - that I needed to have some time for myself and not actually make myself physically sick by going through and going into work (last time I went into work, I gave myself an upset stomach and broke down, like, three times.) Also, the basis of the argument to keep me from going in was that I have the hours saved and that's what those are there for. My coworker also pointed out that I hardly ever take time off and I always go in - whether it's good for my health (mental or physical) - for fear of a) being short staffed or b) being absolutely fearful of the point system we have that's in place (which was honestly a good 70-ish percent of me not wanting to call out.)

I feel a little better, but also kinda guilty for not going in?? Depsite being reassured for the whole day that it's fine and one day isn't going to hurt. But I'm still freaking out how it's gonna go tomorrow when I go in...