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The only time you truly become an adult is when you finally forgive your parents for being just as flawed as everyone else.

Douglas Kennedy (via quotemadness)

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The problem with being the rock is no one asks if you’re starting to crumble.

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Deep.

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THISS LITERALLY JUST FUCKED ME UP

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Agreed ^^

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Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.

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My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.

Who alway got in trouble? Me.

They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.

She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.

The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.

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I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.

So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize.

“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.

These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me.

“Melissa, did you punch him?”

“Yes.” I said.

“Why?”

“Because he snapped my bra strap.”

And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.”

“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.”

“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?”

I didn’t get suspended that day.

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*slow clap for excellent parenting*

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This is the parent I want to be omg

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have a similar blog? hmu

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by Kelly Victoria

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Out of boredom, I did all of the eye makeup’s of SnK’s “main characters”. I’ll add more soon, but for now, these four are the ones I have done ^^. Also, yes, these are my eyes xD

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素早く塗れる方法を模索…

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remember when u were a kid and u used to watch the raindrops race each other outside ur car window

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“Remember when you were a kid and you used to watch the raindrops race eachother outside your car window?”

And now we look in mirrors, crying at our reflections, watching tear drops race down our face, and wondering who in this society will win the race to giving up faith.

So instead we sit in silence, remembering the days of raindrops rolling down a window pane. Youd bet on one to win. Now we bet on who will be the first to go in this putrid world.

So just like the raindrops on the car window, we fall and break apart until suddenly- we are no more.

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