Cuddles and Atheism ^_^

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[vintagepieceoftrash]

Nothing makes me happier than making you happy–

[cuddly-atheist]

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[bono-reznor-deactivated20200924]

[cuddly-atheist]

@cuddlem0nsta

[micdotcom]

Watch: You have to see the look on their faces when they find out it’s the Bible.

[holesinthefoam]

You talk of your god as if he’s a playground weakling who can’t stand up for himself…

http://goo.gl/iS1ruv

[90svirgin]

The kettle is hot

[yourbigsisnissi]

oop

[weenie-kun]

the quickest fix

[madamezooble]

[excima]

me

[robothousecomix]

[soupcowboy]

[dsmutart-deactivated20160502]

i tried not to reblog…. but i failed

[natesbox]

Oh god

[robothousecomix]

Ahh look what made its way back.  WOw and 90,000 posts.

[yahooanswerswtf]

[cuddly-atheist]

Shitty Parenting 101

Kid: Can I get my eyes checked? Things are starting to get blurry.

Parent: -Sighs loudly- Stop complaining already, you don't need glasses.

Kid: It's really hard for me to breathe sometimes. Do I have asthma?

Parent: For the last time you don't have asthma. Maybe if you worked out a bit more you could breathe better.

Kid: Can you wait for the allergy medicine to kick in? The pollen and dust makes my nose really itchy.

Parent: I have allergies too and you don't see me complaining.

Kid: I think I might be depressed...

Parent: What are you sad about? You have a good life.

Kid: I think I might have anxiety issues...

Parent: What do you have to be anxious or stressed about?

Kid: My chest hurts.

Parent: You're such a hypochondriac.

Kid: Can I see a therapist?

Parent: Why? So you can tell them about how much you hate us?

Kid: -Doesn't do all the dishes/chores expertly-

Parent: You are the fucking laziest person I have ever met!

Kid: -Does a lot of extra chores very nicely-

Parent: -Doesn't say a word-

Kid: I really want to focus on my school work more...

Parent: You're doing a sport.

Kid: -Listens to music they like-

Parent: How are you even part of this family?

Kid: I don't really believe in God...

Parent: -Looks up Christian camps to send them-

Kid: I think I like this person (of the same sex)

Parent: You are NOT dating them. As long as you're under this roof you are straight. Wait, scratch that, I'm not going to support you through college if that's what you're going to be doing. That's so wrong.

Kid: -Tries to act more like who they feel on the inside-

Parent: I don't like it. You should do more of this, and that.

[jontronshat-deactivated20150806]

4 word horror story

“I heard my wife knock on the bathroom door, but then I remembered…. our bathroom doesn’t have a door”

[imhangingwhataboutyou]

I’m sorry, but the confusion of why your bathroom doesn’t have a door far outweighs any feelings of horror this might evoke.

[jontronshat-deactivated20150806]

can’t afford door.. the horror here is the realities of life

[pajamazam]

So what fuck was your wife knocking on

[jontronshat-deactivated20150806]

this dick

[mitochondrionion]

It’s not even 4 words???

[iwrite-myheartt-deactivated2016]

I’m trying my hardest to not act how I feel.

Faking it till i make it Jan 8, 2015 (via iwrite-myheart)

[vintagepieceoftrash]

Time Killed The Child

Time killed the fucking child; ran out of childhood in the shoes of a step child, defiled like french tips.

Adolescence came crashing down like friendships.

Prosthetics ain’t got meaning when a shoulder to lean on is the only thing needed.

Kid in the candy store with an empty being, with barren pockets with a heart that’s bleeding.

Stayed on my knees begging my pardon; pardon me, but the stairway to heaven ain’t there when knees are in therapy.

Poets thirst for originality; wave the same ass flags like  nationality.

Hands degenerately tick, time deemed the child sick.

No longer can reside in the age of the child; seeing eye to eye with death, no looking back. Grieving the child, childhood eternally hits the sack.

[vintagepieceoftrash]

Fly Away

Time flies no time for cheap airfare beware flights cancel here and there

they say good things come to those that wait but what about the weight that waitress bears; should she simply wait for airfare?

maybe I shouldn’t address the color of the dress awaiting her death in her presence.

I guess that’s just my two cents.

Hands get heavy handed when I see her’s in mine.

She bought what death had in store.

shit collapsed like Jenga, unchained like Django.

She takes her last breath. At the deep end, I take a deep one.

The only thing that glistens is her cold dead eyes in the sun.

Feel like I should cry, but I’m outta breath running out of tears. Infatuated with death, after all it’s just a concept?

Put it in context, this ancient deficit. Dreams full of rhetoric, exhale the meaning and the feeling of Elysium.

They say sleep is the cousin of death; that’s probably why flying in dreams is a familiar concept.

[luxnigga]

[cetamourfou]

Finally my turn to get a yearbook… this is randey.

[gemmxow-deactivated20200612]