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trans bears are literally stronger than any US marine
How on earth would they be able to tell that a bear is trans. I’m not saying they can’t be but how would they communicate that.
:/
this is so fucking funny
update:
we the jury find the defendant not guilty your honor
Huh
The fish tank is filled with a gas called sulfur hexaflouride, which is more dense than air. This gas is so dense you can actually fill a fish tank with it and then put an aluminum foil boat on top of it to give the impression that the boat is floating. He then scoops some of the heavier gas out of the fish tank and pours it into the boat. The boat fills up with the heavier air, and sinks to the bottom
The hell
Science is just witchcraft that can be explained… No one can tell me any different.
Gases act like liquids but the molecules are spread out further than liquids so we generally can’t see them or feel them. But they move like liquids.
“Missing: 20 year old female. Last seen 16 years ago, Before he touched her. We can’t describe her smile, We’ve forgotten what it looks like. Generally has disheveled, curly hair. Sleeps fifteen hours a day. Only eats when told to. Missing: 20 year old female. Used to laugh more than she breathed. Maybe she’s inside the body we see, But with how she’s been acting lately, That’s extremely unlikely.”
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c.n.p || thesoulpages
November 25, 2019
me: *likes my hair long*
me: WHAT IF I JUST FUCKING CUT OFF ALL MY HAIR
“we had to find our footing. a year and a half, your seven unanswered texts, and today i called you. it felt disconnected, disjointed, strange, and then we were crying. you kept saying “sorry isn’t a strong enough word.” you were overwhelmed, pained, excited. the sound of your voice didn’t make my stomach flutter and that’s how i knew i was strong enough. i have missed you every day. today is the day we move forward.”
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“I miss my best friend. I’m starting to get angry at him for abandoning me but I know he has his reasons. I’m still right here.”
cnp || thesoulpages
money was a violence that nobody else understood. they went out to a bar or they went out to dinner or they went and got their nails done. i watched them just… buy things. just say “fuck it” and throw money at the problem. it was okay that the laptop broke, they’d buy a new one. it was okay that they lost their scholarship, or that the school asked so much, or that they needed new clothes for sports. someone would pay. they’d pay for the violin lessons or the dance classes or the new car. the money would just arrive for these people, like a magic word.
and in my head, ticking, was numbers. the chime of: that sandwich is three hours of work. that vacation is sixteen weeks of saving. that new dress is three dinners. we need new tires so subtract that from the food budget and maybe i can pick up four shifts and if nothing happens between now and christmas that leaves me with twenty in savings.
the constant questions: where am i going to get the money. what if i get sick. where am i going to get the money. is eating even worth it.
the other day i was reading an article about the world’s most expensive dining experience. two thousand dollars a person.
if i’m lucky, i think. i’ll die before my student debt kicks in.
most of the time, it is okay. most of the time im grateful for the internet and social media and cell phones and and and.
but sometimes, you see a little girl doing her makeup for twelve thousand instagram followers. she’s nine. sometimes you see a man breaking up with his girlfriend for youtube likes. sometimes you are standing in a room and are in the background of fifty snapchat stories but in nobody’s actual lives.
it’s mostly okay. but so many of us grew up in a time where they basically ignored the internet while teaching us cursive in school. digital literacy was “don’t look at wikipedia”. none of us knew what the next generation was being set up to. we taught ourselves our own rules. many of us, it didn’t come soon.
it’s mostly okay. but the other day, i asked my freshman students: if you could, would you go back in time and take the internet away from yourself in middle school? if so, when do you think is the right time to be exposed to social media?
over and over: yes. yes. yes. i’d go back and never look up those skinny tips. i’d never spend so many weekends in the dark in communities that encouraged me to self-harm. i’d never lose my brother to radicals. i’d never, i’d never, i’d never again.
it’s mostly okay. i’m posting this on social media. but sometimes, you know. i wonder what exactly we’re doing.
what i REALLY want to do is knit my friends chunky wool sweaters in ugly patterns and send them jars of homemade jam and lavender honey and sugar-crusted shortbread wrapped in brown paper tied up with knotted twine and handwrite them letters on thick yellowish paper infused with dried wildflowers i picked and pressed myself but nooooo i have to “study” and “work” so that i can earn ‘‘‘money’’’ and pay ‘‘‘bills’’’. fuck all life.
and i wonder if it happened day by day. ot if it was a gradual process. or if you woke up one night, after a restless sleep. and you stared up at the ceiling and wiped your eyes and thought, for no reason in particular, “oh my god, i don’t love her anymore”.
i don’t know why i let the question haunt me when i know the answer would kill me.
damn bitch, you live like this?
damn bitch, you love like this?
damn bitch, you laugh like this?
Wow. JVN spoke his truth about being abused by an older boy at his church, filling his emotional void with junk food and then drugs (meth and coke) and sex, selling his body to make money cuz he was too embarrassed to ask his mom for help, flunking out of college, relapsing after rehab twice, and finding out at 25 that he was HIV positive. His journey’s been harrowing and yet he seems like such a radiant and positive person. He’s even braver than any of us realized.
YOU’RE NEVER TOO BROKEN TO BE FIXED.
Hasan Minhaj testifying before Congress over the Student Loan Debt crisis
+ bonus:
“1) You won’t be in love with the boy who takes your first kiss. That’s okay. 2) Your mom might not approve of the boy you want to be with. Listen to her. She’s probably right. 3) Your stomach will flip and your heart will skip when his tongue traces your lips. Nothing will ever replicate that. 4) Don’t cry after kissing your first girl. She was probably scared too. 5) Your first time probably won’t be your wedding night. You’re still a good person. 6) Being single is okay, really. Your partner should enhance your personality, not define your character. 7) At times, more often than not, you will feel unloved and unwanted. Remember that you’re important. No one determines your worth but you. 8) Learn to sleep on both sides of the bed. The first night without them by your side will be 1% easier. 9) If he hits you, leave him. Even if you love him. Especially if you love him. 10) Women abuse men, too. Hitting him is not okay. 11) A lot of your friends are probably in the closet right now. When they tell you they’re gay, be surprised and be supportive. 12) No one ‘stole’ your partner. They wouldn’t have left if they didn’t want to. 13) Friends usually won’t last forever. Sorry. 14) If your friends don’t approve of him, it’s okay. They’ll still love you anyway. 15) People in high school don’t seem to understand value. You’re worth it, whether they see it or not. 16) Not everyone deserves a second chance. Don’t give it to them. 17) Liquor won’t help. It will only make the absence burn more. 18) She will tell her friends the details of big and little things. The story of your first kiss together will not be private. 19) Always assume her girlfriends know everything, and expect them to share their opinions. Don’t get angry at her. 20) Contrary to popular belief, he probably won’t tell his friends everything. Expect it anyway. 21) Never let a crush ruin a fantastic friendship. The relationship probably won’t end well and you will lose your best friend. 22) Have separate interests to escape into but always have something in common. Things get boring otherwise. 23) If he loves you, he has to love your friends too. They’re a part of you. 24) Trust each other around your preferred gender. They probably aren’t cheating. 25) Sex is not shameful. It’s not something everyone should hear about, either. 26) Know the difference between flirting and blatantly provoking. Stay classy. 27) He won’t answer every 2am phone call. Forgive him. He still loves you. 28) When he says he loves you, believe him. 29) Don’t come to school in sweats the day after he leaves you. Show him you’re better off without him. 30) It won’t always hurt. Life DOES go on.”
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30 Things My Mother Should Have Taught Me Before High School ((10.19.14 - 9:35pm))
thesoulpages // (c.n.p)
“So it happens. We grow up and we stop talking but it’s like instead of growing apart, we’re all growing in. When we should be growing into ourselves and into the world, we’re actually finding ourselves in our bedrooms and hiding our fears in-between the sheets we never have the time to wash. All of a sudden it’s our senior year and everyone is partying but all we see are the walls of our rooms and not anyone we used to care about. It’s time to get up but all we really want is to get out. Suddenly I’ve forgotten all the people I’ve always really cared about.”
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September 19, 2016 | 10:05pm
-c.n.p // thesoulpages
do u ever just feel like ur speaking to a huge hole in time and space and nothing and no one is there to hear or care what u have to say
