She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
— Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via peachiegrl)
a customer today accidentally stabbed herself with a pair of tweezers and didn’t tell me she was bleeding and HANDED ME BLOODY MONEY AND IT GOT ON MY HAND AND OH MY GOD. like that is the most unsanitary disgusting thing that has ever happened to me at work and i almost puked on her but instead i just walked away and made tabitha finish the sale so i could go soak my hands in bleach water.