PSA: situational awareness saves lives.
I live off of Aurora Ave in Seattle, which is notorious as the strip where hookers, junkies, and serial killers go to score. It's mentioned in books about Bundy and the Green River Killer.
On my way back to my car in a dark parking lot yesterday, a guy tried to snatch me. I saw him coming out of the corner my eye and spun out of the way, but he still managed to grab my sleeve. We had a silent standoff, and he decided the fight wasn't worth it and ran.
These two drunk guys are having the best bromance moment ever. They keep holding hands and saying "let's be friendsh, cheersh to being homeboysh now, people should be nice because it coshts nuzzing. That guy wash being rood to you earlier and I'm sho shorry cuz ur a nishe guy man" etc. They're sharing nachos and I'm pretty sure they've never met before haha. I am loving every minute of it.
It's only 9pm.
why can't anyone on Tinder just be normal lmao
I swear to god, the guy I just broke up with took four MONTHS to delete his Tinder profile (by which time I was like okay fuck you then, bye), and this mf wants to do it after talking to me for less than a day?
like can I just get some middle ground here please, tf
That's the Camp Fire. That blue circle is where my dad lives.
It's within the former fire perimeter but it juuuuuuuuuust might have made it. Doesn't mean it actually did, or that it will exist 24 hours from now since the fire is not contained and the focus is on protecting Chico, but good grief this image illustrates the stress I'm feeling.
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The little engine that wished a motherfucker would. Hands rated "E" for everybody.