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parents: “let’s talk about your future"
everytime we touch
did u think about Kiss You or Better Than Words
can we all just be honest and admit it was neither we all thought of cascada im just being real
if a british person is named shaggy does it kinda feel like being named fucky?
The first time I watched Scooby Doo I was distraught
that’s what I wanted to hear
OMG everyone I know the ACTUAL story behind the gif this time! Yes, it’s in Australia– that’s a big angry goanna that wandered into a popular restaurant. All the Australians in the vicinity went OH FUCK NO and cleared off, because goannas are mean. The waitress you see there is a French exchange student, who was quoted as saying something to the effect of “I thought it was a weird ugly dog” and had no idea it was a reptile that wanted to rip her arms off. She’s been hailed as a hero who saved diners.
Australia is a fucking weird place
What the fuck typa dogs they got in France?
Parallel Earth.
AMAZING
I LOVE
Me: *waiting for drink in Starbucks*
Me: *putting on makeup*
Guy: You know nice guys don't like when girls wear so much makeup.
Me: *without looking up* Nice guys like you?
Guy: Well, yea.
Me: Have you ever considered that's why we wear it?
Girl behind me: *spits out coffee laughing*
Guy: Um.
Me: *deadpan look* Nice girls like me don't give a fuck what you like.
Things to do instead of thinking about that gross boy:
-Take a bath. With candles and a book and a face mask
-Look for a new show on Netflix
-Watch videos of happy babies (or happy puppies. or kittens)
-Paint your nails
-Do that thing you’ve been procrastinating for hours
-Reorganize your room
-Find new music, make a new playlist
-Pet your cat or dog. Or your friend’s cat or dog. Or your neighbor’s cat or dog
-DIY a hair mask or a sugar scrub (I can write up some recipes if anybody wants them!!)
-Call your mom
-Sing and dance around your room to some Rihanna (or another singer that makes you feel like a boss ass bitch)
-Do some yoga
the more I think about my past self the more I
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.
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.
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.
*slow clap for excellent parenting*
This is the parent I want to be omg