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Janis Joplin in Manhattan, New York, 1968. Photo by 📷 Daniel Kramer.
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Janis Joplin at the Chelsea Hotel in New York City, 1970.
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The angels license plate made me feel things
My grandma passed a few years ago, but im still in that grieving limbo where it feels like she's still alive just on a trip or something. Anyway, she was SUPER religious and she LOVED angels. And the angels loved her back.
She was so lucky- everywhere she went people were kind to her, she always won raffles and bingo games, and she was so generous with her winnings. She donated hundreds of stuffed animals to the children's hospital, gave money to every saint charity, paid for countless dinners and back to school clothes for me growing up. She was an angel too, honestly.
Anyway, fast forward to her death late 2023, I had just begun seeing angel numbers EVERYWHERE. and I never really believed in them before. But i remember thinking, holy shit this is it- they came to pick her up. And they did. But i never stopped seeing the angel numbers everywhere.
And i noticed now that im starting to get lucky. People give me free things, strangers are friendly, im always finding coins on the ground and lost jewelry. And i've been seeing angels everywhere. And just last night i found her last halloween card she had mailed me.
I love her so much. She was an incredible woman. And i feel her and her angels with me every day. And i guess i just kind of lost it at that angel license plate post because yeah, the angels are looking out for me. Because my grandma loved me so much and i loved her. And i am determined to be as kind and generous as her. Her bright spirit will live on through me and the love i still have for her. Anyway-
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few things as hot as a butch dyke in jeans and a slutty little tshirt or tanktop. In my humble opinon
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Three absolutely universal truths I've learned that more people need to internalize:
1) Working extra hours only when something is really important or urgent means that everything will become really important or urgent and the long hours will be the expectation, not the exception. Yes even if your boss is nice and promises.
2) Working extra hours regularly will not be rewarded with any more pay, advancement, or job security than you would otherwise have gotten. I know they tell you it will, that they hang the reward over your head, but they are either lying or would have given it to you anyways.
3) People have all sorts of regrets when faced with death. That they didn't take a trip, or make amends with an old friend, or spend more time with their kids. But no one, absolutely no one, not executives or tradespeople or artists or doctors or charity activists, not 30 year olds or 96 year olds, NONE of them regret that they didn't spend more time working.
Work is greedy and persuasive. It will constantly wheedle and beg and negotiate for just one more morsel of your time or attention while promising a more than fair trade through lying teeth. Vehemently corral it into its allotted space in your life. Don't let it overstep its bounds even once. It does not deserve the time set aside for love or relaxation or connection or adventure or sitting on the couch watching TV.
This does not mean work is not important or fulfilling. Humans are inherently driven to contribute to society and do amazing things at work. It just means that keeping work in the space designated for work is important.
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fries. envelopes. ive been awake for 18 hours can i go to bed now.
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