Because school and work isn’t already enough.. I had to get a second job.. Wtf is wrong with me hahah
I finally got around to throwing your shit away.. That I tucked under my bed in a box. I wish the best for you, but I hope.. I really do hope that we never meet each other again. I never want to see you.
Somebody loves you if they pick an eyelash off of your face or wet a napkin and apply it to your dirty skin. You didn’t ask for these things, but this person went ahead and did it anyway. They don’t want to see you looking like a fool with eyelashes and crumbs on your face. They notice these things. They really look at you and are the first to notice if something is amiss with your beautiful visage!
Somebody loves you if they assume the role of caretaker when you’re sick. Unsure if someone really gives a shit about you? Fake a case of food poisoning and text them being like, “oh my god, so sick. need water.” Depending on their response, you’ll know whether or not they REALLY love you. “That’s terrible. Feel better!” earns you a stay in friendship jail; “Do you need anything? I can come over and bring you get well remedies!” gets you a cozy friendship suite. It’s easy to care about someone when they don’t need you. It’s easy to love them when they’re healthy and don’t ask you for anything beyond change for the parking meter. Being sick is different. Being sick means asking someone to hold your hair back when you vomit. Either love me with vomit in my hair or don’t love me at all.
Somebody loves you if they call you out on your bullshit. They’re not passive, they don’t just let you get away with murder. They know you well enough and care about you enough to ask you to chill out, to bust your balls, to tell you to stop. They aren’t passive observers in your life, they are in the trenches. They have an opinion about your decisions and the things you say and do. They want to be a part of it; they want to be a part of you.
Somebody loves you if they don’t mind the quiet. They don’t mind running errands with you or cleaning your apartment while blasting some annoying music. There’s no pressure, no need to fill the silences. You know how with some of your friends there needs to be some sort of activity for you to hang out? You don’t feel comfortable just shooting the shit and watching bad reality TV with them. You need something that will keep the both of you busy to ensure there won’t be a void. That’s not love. That’s “hey babe! i like you okay. do you wanna grab lunch? i think we have enough to talk about to fill two hours!” It’s a damn dream when you find someone you can do nothing with. Whether you’re skydiving together or sitting at home and doing different things, it’s always comfortable. That is fucking love.
Somebody loves you if they want you to be happy, even if that involves something that doesn’t benefit them. They realize the things you need to do in order to be content and come to terms with the fact that it might not include them. Never underestimate the gift of understanding. When there are so many people who are selfish and equate relationships as something that only must make them happy, having someone around who can take their needs out of any given situation if they need to.
Somebody loves you if they can order you food without having to be told what you want. Somebody loves you if they rub your back at any given moment. Somebody loves you if they give you oral sex without expecting anything back. Somebody loves you if they don’t care about your job or how much money you make. It’s a relationship where no one is selling something to the other. No one is the prostitute. Somebody loves you if they’ll watch a movie starring Kate Hudson because you really really want to see it. Somebody loves you if they’re able to create their own separate world with you, away from the internet and your job and family and friends. Just you and them.
Somebody will always love you. If you don’t think this is true, then you’re not paying close enough attention. Ryan O’Connell (via majortvjunkie)
I’ve been getting a maximum of 4 hours of sleep every night.. And I don’t even get to see my family for 2 minutes.. Because I leave for school at 4:30am and I have work right after till 12:00am..And in pretty choked about that because I miss them 😭😭😭
But today rolled around and this one chef at work bought me a fucking Japanese knife.. And I think I cried a little inside. And we were heading back to the other kitchen and this one chef was telling me how this other chef (my former highschool culinary instructor) has really high hopes for me and I’m one of his favourite.. And oh my god does that make me want to be better.
I don’t have the exact words to explain how I feel.. But the fact that wow im only 17 and I’ve already found a stable career, working with so many influential and supportive chefs, it’s really incredible. And I know that this industry, it’s very male dominate and sometimes I see that, especially when my work hires new people.. I can see that they look down on me because A. I’m only 17 B. I’m a female.. But that’s okay, because later on I end up proving them wrong. And I know, that this industry is hard fucking work.. And I know it takes a whole lot out of your life.. Because you’re working so much.. I know that.. But to me that’s fucking passion, and I’m so blessed to have found something that I absolutely love doing. I love having class at 6 in the morning, I love going to work for 12-13 hours.. Because it’s really not a toll if you love what you do and have a passion for it. I’ve been told by multiple chefs that I should be proud of myself.. And you know what? I am. I’m really proud of myself. I’ve done so much to get to where I am today, and I could not be happier.
What were the chances of me seeing you today?! You seemed really into whatever you were doing so I hope you were busy enough to not look up and notice me.. Especially since I wore your fucking sweater today hahahah. But damn seeing you made realize how much I miss you. Ooops