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Real seal and beanie seal

satansonmyside

I know I just called you dude but I’m trying to flirt with you

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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

kateaustinn

Perks of being a lesbian

- your girlfriend ultimately becomes your best friend- living together is always fun- you can be the big or little spoon - you have someone to straighten the back of your hair - they know your emotions because they’re also a girl- you can share clothes- you can share make up - orgasms every time you have sex - the toilet seat is always down - their legs are always smooth and soft- boobs- ass- they know how to give presents/what to get- your friends never feel like a third wheel bc they’re also best friends w your gf- did I say ass

There’s a million

jennatracyyy

@srryicantchange thank you for straightening my hair for me🙈

glumshoe

odd question, what's the point of living? Not in a suicidal way, but more of a "if we're just a speck of dust in the universe and we're eventually going to die and the earth one day will be gone, what's the point of living" kinda way.

To bear witness, I suppose. To act as a set of eyes for the universe to regard itself, to resist chaos, and to do what you can to make it a little more worth your while. Consciousness is a strange and often bitter gift, but it’s a rare and precious one. The cosmos are filled with untold billions of strange and wonderful things, but so few are capable of love, or joy, or a sense of justice. We are the only known part of the universe capable of looking at itself for a sliver of time and saying, “Yes, this is a fine thing. This is amazing.”

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I made a little animation to pretty much sum up my weekend. :D

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Depression in summer is weird. It’s not dark and brooding, for me - it’s white and hazy and confusing. You feel very absent from everyone and everything and all the light seems a little too bright for your tired eyes.