Summer is too hot and Winter is too cold

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[phersephatta-deactivated2015122]

stop the phrase “tattle-tale”. stop indirectly telling kids that if they speak up about someone that’s bothering them, they’re doing something bad. stop contributing to the culture of abuse.

[crow-feathers]

seriously though this NEEDS to stop. my mother. a grownass woman of 59. had to ask me over and over again if I was sure it wasn’t ethically dubious for her to go to her employer and report harassment and terror tactics from a coworker because she didn’t “want to be a tattler.” stop teaching kids not to be “tattle-tales” because they will not grow out of it. 

[justanotherskyfullofstars-deact]

Once this gym teacher at my old school told kids never to tell in other kids no matter what because you were being a tattle-tale

[acutelesbian]

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

[fat-thin-skinny]

this fucks me up every single time

[acutelesbian]

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

[conceitedtrash]

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now

[anzaitea]

3rd year Yamaguchi is so hot please talk about senpai yams to me 

[0vv0b]

3rd year kageyama would have a bod like iwa and a pretty face like oikawa… kouhais secretly call him ‘kageyummy-senpai’ lmfaOOOO AJKFHKAJSDHKAJSD FROM @emuyh-art‘s 3rd yr first years post

[noyasahi]

tHIS IS SO CUTE

HE’S SO C UTE

[daniiuxdoodles]

First date tomorrow gyaa 💖💖💖

[themightynyunyi]

my sin

[figglypuff]

[sunsteez]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!!!!! (and may the force be with you because it’s certainly not with any of them…)

[ooiikawas-deactivated20190124]

♥ Yachi Hitoka & Kiyoko Shimizu ♥ || Haikyuu!! S2 Episode 04

[tobioskageyama]

★ Tanaka Saeko || episode 2.04 ★

[sound-piece]

Dorks.

[captainofalienvbc-blog]

Kenma: “right now, he’s mostly working with his innate physical abilities and instincts, and his height” Hinata: “yeah, his height totally isn’t fair! I want some!” Inuoka: “he’s been blessed with too much! but I’m not gonna lose!”

[milkybreads-blog]

Oikawa ‘I’m too hot, hot damn’ Tooru //uptown funk playing in the bg//

[littlecrow-headcanons-deactivat]

Imagine…

Ushijima holding your hand as you walk through a crowded place. 

[fairytailwitch]

[hitouka]

“Well, I was hungry.”