When comments are better than the article, Atlantic edition (“The Cheapest Generation: Why Millennials aren’t buying cars or houses, and what that means for the economy”)
Also how am I supposed to afford a car or a house when I have student debt and bills to pay but places want me to intern for free.
I don’t understand this internship generation. Everything requires experience that you can only acquire if you work for free.
i am constantly torn between ‘i dont need anyone’ and ‘hey you please fall in love with me’
i may act like i’m sassy but if you’re mean to me there is a 900% chance i’ll cry
BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = FUCK ME.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BROWN = I don’t like you.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
WHITE = MARRY ME.
Kind of want to see this. Judge me.
Single and ready to reply with sarcastic remarks to any form of affection because that’s the only way I know how to mingle
Monsarrat Ave Shave Ice is my new favorite shave ice stand. Hidden between two restaurants, it’s located in a little cute alley way on Monsarrat Avenue. For those who aren’t from Hawaii and familiar with shave ice, here’s a quick description.
Based on Japanese kakigori, their ice machine plows out some of the fluffiest shave ice I’ve ever had, and they offer flavors such as yuzu and green tea. I love that their syrup is homemade and uses real fruit juice. I was also surrounded by cute little cacti and trinkets, as I enjoyed my shave ice.
My friends and I got ourselves acai and green tea topped with ice cream, condensed milk, and mochi balls. It was so yummy. I’ll definitely be back for seconds~