Kim B. Lou

Figuring out life and enjoying little things while I procrastinate other things.

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So I was looking at all of the experiments from the Lilo and Stitch show and honestly most of them look like Baby’s First DeviantArt OC from 2005, but then there’s this CANON experiment and

I’m sorry are you telling me Jumba Jookiba made Thomas the Fucking Tank Engine

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Alright there’s a BUNCH of these bad boys here’s my faves so far:

Jumba’s so fucking petty I’m crying

Um

Sorry what?? ? Repeat that please;;

This is very specific. Somebody on the ‘creative’ team had a bad day

tHAT IS CALLED MURDER AND IT IS I L L E G A L;;;;;;;; ;;;;

JUMBA NO

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Here’s more, this is going to be a long post

Mmmmmm ‘kay so first of all fuck you

Jumba what is with you and bones, can you stop

Once again, Jumba is a petty bitch

Alright, so, breaking and taking bones I get, but how does one lose their spine?

Jumba’s subconscious made this experiment

WHY

Good boy. You get him Philip

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JUMBA HAS A WIFE??? What happened to her? D:

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She probably left him and became a lesbian.

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Can we just address something??

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i dont care if u never listen to me ever again just let me be ur internet dad for just one second: dont start cutting yourselves please ever

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ok im gonna reblog this again bc i want more ppl to see it?? ive compiled a (by no means complete) list of the things u can expect if u start:

- u cant stop. its a legitimate addiction. there is no ‘seeing what its like’. its soso hard to stop it and believe me, because that was me. i thought i would sate my curiosity but all i did was make my life miserable - everything can become a trigger. someone carved things in a table?? trigger. u get a scratch by accident?? trigger. see something sharp?? yup.  - the scars dont go away and if people see them (and no matter how hard you try, people will see them) they get this awful fucking look on their face like a mixture of disgust and horror and pity  - u have to sit through people making shitty fucking jokes and calling people like you (real, struggling people like you) edgy emos looking for attention and it makes you feel sick but you have to sit there silently - in fact, any conversation about self harm becomes thoroughly uncomfortable because they’ll talk about it like no one in the room has ever gone through it (or, if they know, they’ll glance at you out the corner of their eye when they think you cant see) - any emotion can give you the urges- not just negative. ur body associates the happy feeling with the pain so ur brain is like ‘????? u cant have one without the other??’  - it can have been years. years. you can have stopped and got better and you’ll still feel the urge to hurt yourself and it makes you feel like you haven’t improved at all and you’re still fourteen and hating yourself - (maybe this is just me) but some part of you misses it?? you stopped and you know its horrific but its so difficult to get rid of your blades or whatever you use because you feel so weirdly attached to these things that are so awful and you dont even know why 

god damn i just want yall to understand that you dont have to hurt yourself ever, okay?? just. don’t. trust me.

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I will reblog this every single day.

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My eight-year-old sibling just called a Rubik’s cube a "Fidget cube" asdjkadsjkaj

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Got caught participating in the March 14, 2018 Walk Out

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Seagull = Food Magpie

Just try and dissuade me.

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I have never wanted to be a person who posts online about any relationship issues. Relationships are sacred to me, and because issues can become resolved, I don’t want to publicize a problem that may become something answered in my future, but not to those who are not me. 

My boyfriend is my absolute best friend. And I really mean that. We understand each other extremely well, and have stood by one another through what have been the hardest parts of our lives so far. This includes panic attacks, family members losing their jobs, and suicide attempts and recovery. Nevertheless, we are much healthier, both mentally and physically, and are receiving help from the amazing people in our lives. I cannot ever describe how much he means to me, and me to him. All I can ever say is that he is my absolute best friend.

However, we are very different people in way of lifestyle. While my religious beliefs have always been a source of peace and comfort to me, he is atheist. 

While I dislike any notion of drinking alcohol, getting a tattoo, or having sex before being committed through marriage, he’s looked forward to being of drinking age and has expressed in complete honesty that he has wished he could be my first in-bed experience.

And because of this, we have recently discussed the fact that there may be others that can fulfill our separate goals and standards and still be loved to the same degree as we share. And we have not discussed these things lightly, as both of us have cried our eyes out over this. We are so close, but I love him so much that I would let him go if I knew he could find somebody better than me. Someone he’ll be able to share a drink with and me someone I can practice my beliefs with. And while these are only a small portion of examples of how different we are, they are things close to our hearts. And neither of us could ever ask the other to change.

I am so afraid to have to face a reality where we’ve both agreed that we aren’t best for each other and will have to part ways. But staying true to myself is the only way I can be happy with my life. I want to have this man be mine for the rest of eternity, but I’m so afraid at the same time.

I ask for nothing. I don’t want condolences or anything. I just wanted to express my biggest struggle right now. I love him so much. 

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A while ago, while I was sitting outside my high school classroom, had the most flipping magical thing happen to me.

I had just finished answering a passing friend’s question about why I was sitting in the hall way (I had missed a quiz because of medical condition that was resulting in surgery, and they were discussing answers inside). So as I’m sitting there, a WOC with the awesomest hair that was braided and bunched up on her head, came up to me and said, “I heard what you were saying, and I hope you’re alright and that your surgery goes well.” I am white. I go to a majorly caucasian school. I felt so freaking blessed, like this black angel had descended from the heavens with a halo created from her own hair, and endowed magical vibes of goodwill upon my broken body. 

Thank you, and #BlackGirlMagic is freaking real.

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Stop adding yourselves, weirdoes.

AP English Teacher during Kahoot

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Goddammit I'm behind The Wiggles.

Friend during Kahoot game in AP English

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One time in middle school I was trying to see how many Ritz crackers I could fit in my mouth and I sneezed

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If Ramen was a person I would totally spoon them. They would taste delicious.

My friend at lunch

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I was searching for a full audio of BMC and this happened...

what on earth?????

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I forgot I follow the account of my friend irl and she snuck up behind me and whispered “I see you’re reblogging my posts,” and I almost screamed in a school library

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I randomly searched the lyrics for the Phineas and Ferb theme song today and then I scrolled to the comment section...

why????

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Actual picture of me this Halloween on the ground while family trick-or-treats without me

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My Mom just told my sister I could stick her head in the toilet if she spit water at me again. I’m ready Ψ(￣∀￣)Ψ

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#cocacola #photography (at Spokane, Washington)