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i hate english
“John and Joe were both taking a spelling test. On the test, there was a question that asked ‘which is correct; Had or Had Had’.
Joe, while John had had ‘had’, had had ‘had had’. ‘Had had’ had had a better score than the former.”
What the fuck. When are you allowed to use the same word 11 times in a row and still have it be correct.
I hope one day Your human body Is not a jail cell, Instead it’s a sunny 2pm garden with daisies Thriving because of Self love.
Alexa Evangelista, you deserve better (via alexaevangelista)
HELP US TO GET OUT OF AN ABUSIVE HOUSEHOLD
As some of you know, we both met about 5 years ago and since then we’re forced to deal with abusive families and constant homophobia and transphobia. For the first two years of our relationship we were separated with me (elqreco) locked up in catholic boarding school. Both of our families refused to acknowledge the fact that we aren’t straight and tried to tear us apart by persistently threatening us with repetitive therapies, constant control and abuse of privacy. Our texts and mails were always read. I had to leave home to be able to use my phone which I used to hide from my mother. I was kicked out of home three times (and twice during Christmas; in December 2013 – when I was still a high school student - and December 2014). We both dealt with a couple of suicide attempts during that time.
When I was kicked out the last time I finally found a job and a cheap flat in which I couldn’t even afford heating or food. During winter there was about 55 degrees Fahrenheit inside and I was practically starving. My boss was constantly late with my pay (and never actually gave me a full one), abused me verbally and ignored my phone calls.
In May 2015 he disappeared, leaving me without job and documentation required to legally take a new one. I submitted a complaint on him shortly after that, but Polish offices work so badly they didn’t do anything about it and I won’t be able to work legally until January 2016.
I’ve lost my flat in July 2015 and was forced to move into my partner’s house (they live with their parents), because I had no other place to go. Nicole’s mother promised us she’ll help us to move out of Poland (of which we dream as we want to get married and finally have a normal life which isn’t possible with the amount of hatred directed towards queer people here). We hoped for the best, but soon things started to fall apart again. My partner’s mother started being even more abusive towards us than before. She forced us to stay locked up in our small room with three of our cats for two weeks when Nicole’s family came visiting. She’s suffering from OCPD and keeps blaming us for everything, never seeing fault on her side. She’s a compulsive hoarder and our house is so full of clutter (pics here) and animals it’s neither pleasant nor hygienic place to live (our attempts of cleaning or throwing away stuff always end up in a huge fight). Nicole’s father has an alcohol problem and thinks we’re obliged to clean his mess constantly. To make things more dramatic, on Sunday, 20 September 2015 (during Nicole’s mother absence) two of our dogs were poisoned (probably by one of our homophobic neighbours) and one of them died. It was a most beloved dog of Nicole’s mother and we know that she’ll have a mental breakdown and she’ll blame us for its death when she’ll find out.
We know we won’t be able to stay here anymore. We plan to move out to the nearest town with our cats, but we don’t have any savings and financial ability to rent a flat on our own. We’ll need help to survive until January 2016 when I’ll be able to work again.
If you can help us by signal boosting this post or donating us even the smallest amount of money, we’ll be eternally grateful.
If you donate us 10$ or more you’ll receive a handwritten letter of thanks (we both practice calligraphy);
If you donate 50$ or more you can commission a hand crafted and custom-made self-tie bow tie sewn especially for you by my partner turinqs (example here);
If you don’t feel comfortable giving us money, but still want to help us, you can also buy some cat food from our wishlist or send us a package with food;
We also need coats, shoes and warm clothes for winter;
There is a donate button on both of our blogs or if you’re on mobile you can donate to [email protected]
Thank you for your kind support, Eddie & Nicole
PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST
Update (29 September): we’re halfway through gathering amount of money needed to rent a flat for one month and started getting a bit desperate.
Update (02 October): we now have a gofundme, so please share! Thank you all for foregoing help!
me: i HATE drama *drama starts up* me: 🔍👀
life hack: get a tattoo. if the people at the job interview notice it and look concerned, laugh a little and explain “it’s just temporary.” months later if your boss asks why you lied and said it was a temporary tattoo, stare off into the distance and whisper with a tremulous voice the poor excuse for truth your subconscious has been fighting for its entire insignificant existence: “everything is temporary.”
If I owned a taser I’d probably get curious to see how it feels and taser myself and that’s why I don’t have a taser.
22 my arse!
Haha whoops. That's how long it's been since I edited my page
i love waking up already feeling really sad because it’s so efficient. no mood swings for me! take me straight to the bottom
SOON
My friend had her daughters at a zoo when she heard, “Ma’am, there’s a lemur on your baby
I didn’t even wait for the picture to load tbh
how weird is that i have to have two pieces of glass sitting in front of my eyeballs so i don’t mistake a small child for a garbage can
i fucking hate how nervous people make me like i can’t even walk down the road without feeling judged and that is just ridiculous
if you see this post it means::
- you can vent to me - you can follow me - you can spam me - you can message me any time - you can send me your thoughts - you can tell me anything - you can trust me
You know what makes me sad about Donald Trump? He’s not even that smart. He’s not subtle. He’s not a genius. He’s not manipulative. No, he’s just a dumbass rich brat who is very rude about his beliefs. And so, so many people fall for it. The man didn’t even have to TRY. That’s what gets to me. That’s how pathetic this whole thing is. Hitler had to work to trick and fool people. Trump simply doesn’t give a fuck and knows everyone will buy his repetitive shit about big walls, guns and evil immigrants regardless. And because you’re sad, soulless, stupid fucking idiots, you accept this, no questions asked. You didn’t even try to be a challenge. My God.
“You act different in person” Bitch I was nervous
I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen.
Ernest Hemingway (via wordsnquotes)
