my boss in 2040: *attempts to administer an electroshock to my government planted microchip as a sign that they want me to increase my productivity*
me, who has spent all of my facebook credits on completely replacing my flesh, bones and organs with machinery in an attempt to gain BillGates Version 2.11′s favor: *short circuits and dies instantly*
the government mandated McDonalds™ drone that monitors everyone who lives in my district: *immediately liquidates my assets and uploads a copy of my brain into a holding cell located in VR Farmville in order to reprimand me for dying on the clock*
not to be controversial but the feeling of being so thoroughly sleepy that you know you’re gonna pass out the second you get curled up in bed? unsurpassed, baby
I haven’t seen this post in a min but precisely when I have a headache RN it comes up in my feed
Two quick additions, as someone who suffered from chronic migraines
1. Behind the eyes: eye strain or just long stress. More sleep will definitely make this feel better. 2. Temples: unclench your jaw, as that bone is putting too much pressure on your temples.
This is a fucking life saviour with the amount of headaches I have
Imagine working hard all day, doing what you can to keep the citizens of your country safe, getting home and thinking “time to unwind! I might check my tumblr dash” only to find this
i diagnose you with bitch
imagine being a grown adult NSA agent and being sincerely wounded by a tumblr post saying youre not valid
I just imagined So many scenarios to cause that grief. Like… What if the NSA agent was Trans? And he checks his Tumblr dash to find a long-ass post of reblogs saying he’s not valid. Or What if the guy is already being harassed at work, being told “Kill yourself” “You’re nothing.” “You’ll never belong here with us.” And he comes home to spend the evening with his 2 daughters and son, as he’s an only parent, and his youngest daughter shows him this post that says, “He’s not valid.” [Who’s not valid?] “The NSA agent reading this.” And then he goes and takes his hunting rifle and goes out into his backyard, positions the barrel beneath his chin, and empties a shell. He left behind a son and 2 girls, because a tumblr post pushed him over the edge because of his work environment.
what if the nsa agent had 3 weeks left to live and his make-a-wish was to be valid
