A co-worker of mine was standing outside with me during a break from customers to share a cigarette with me, and told me about how he had lost his brother that he was close with some years ago. He told me about how they used to be in a band together with some friends, and how ever since he'd died, he hadn't played any music because he'd been too scared and anxious. I told him about how I'd lost my brother to suicide some years ago.

I went home and pulled out an old tiny wooden box my brother had given me before he'd died. I'd been using it to store guitar picks I'd collected over the years, including one guitar pick that used to be his. I haven't played the guitar since he'd died, my hands are too small to play some of the chords, so I play bass and piano instead.

I went to work the next day and gifted my brothers old guitar pick to my co-worker. I told him that it'd been sitting in a box for ten years unused, and would probably sit there for longer if I kept it there. Told him that I thought he deserved to have it, because I bet he could put it to better use than I ever would. Told him I didn't feel like it was coincidence that me and him would cross paths with each other in our lives, and that it seemed suiting that we had these similar experiences but split in two halves. That somehow, I felt like he was meant to have the guitar pick. I told him that I knew he'd not played guitar since his brother died, but that if he ever decided to play again one of these days, maybe he'd be able to honor both of our brothers by using that guitar pick.

He almost cried. He thanked me. Then he went home that night and for the first time in years he played the guitar.

I don't know what the meaning of life is or what my purpose is, but I do believe that love and human connection is one of the most important things in life. It's finding ways to tell strangers you love them and share experiences with others. I think it's all just about love.

art nouveau dr pepper poster for my design history class 🤭🥤

Blue Moo(n) - 1.5 hours

(for the purposes of this poll, there is no monkey's paw situation: the chore you pick stays the same level of difficulty/grossness/etc. as it normally is for you, and you only have to do it as often as you want to. the chores you don't pick are magically done for you exactly the way you'd want them to be, just with zero effort on your part.)

in high school and college i never encountered the type of person who was like “you need to drink and smoke and have sex to be cool you can’t hang out with the cool kids if you don’t” so i thought they were a myth but somehow like 500 of them have spawned into tumblr in like the last six months and idk what’s up with that

Glowing Giant Fish Made of Discarded Plastic Bottles, Playa de Botafogo, Rio de Janeiro, Brasil

April 28, 2024 - An unintentionally funny video by a zionist propagandist shows off some good organisation and discipline at the UCLA encampment for Palestine.

the term "i love to boggy" will now be incapable of leaving my lexicon anytime soon

hmmm

:3 oliverthegame will become real

Snapbacks and Dad Caps. ://dustrial.net

sorry for being The Wrinkle Warrior. i think it’s so fucking sick and evil to be smoothing everyone out for the sake of “”beauty””. lines are beautiful. what if i killed you

why does the human body have to be like "oho... you're extremely stressed out because you have four major assignments due tomorrow and nobody in one of your group project groups is saying anything? well.... i have just the thing for you ;)" [inflicts poison damage]