when your teacher says you can’t use first person pronouns in your writing
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when your teacher says you can’t use first person pronouns in your writing
WAIT SHIT
Hot cider is so freaking good…
YES agreed
this is your own post
PUPPIESSSSS!!!!
When I don’t get what u mean
this video is my aesthetic
What’s so hilarious was the cat basically saying “fine” before giving its paw
im going to lose my fucking shit over this tweet nothing will ever live up to this
Good tweet is good.
Peppers are the spicy of the fire, mint is the spicy of the ice, carbonation is the spicy of the air, and vinegar is the spicy of the water.
Cinnamon is the spicy of earth
no cinnamon is the spicy of wood (a bark) ginger is the spicy of earth (a root)
But everything changed when the pepper nation attacked.
A strong contender for tweet of the year, already.
okay wow
This is my favorite motherfucking thing about getting closer to Halloween every FUCKING YEAR
oh my god tumblr i don’t CARE that 447 people commented on slimetony’s post. i really don’t. how can i explain to you that i don’t want this in my notifications
Why can’t you be happy for me
And the roast continues 😂
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Not Yelling At Children is Better Than Yelling At Children, More At 11
wrong. every one of our parents were yelled at and beaten by their parents, children born before 1980 were employed by 16, living on there own and 18-20 years old, and could list all of their jobs they worked at before turning 30 on a flash card.
children born after 1980 are rarely beaten or yelled at, and their generations have staggeringly high unemployment rates, low income, and homelessness rates.
expand your research a little more than a cliff note, before you tell me how to raise my child.
is my PhD in childhood studies an expansive enough research base to tell you you’re an abuse apologist, most likely an abuser yourself, and just generally an all-around asshole whose full understanding of economics, sociology, and basic human decency would struggle to fill up your own dumbass flash card
To the customers who apologize repeatedly for “bothering” me, or offer to clean up their own spill if I just get them some paper towels, or walk all the way around an aisle so as not to disturb me when I’m blocking their path, I just want to reassure you that you are NOT the annoying customer we complain about in retail. You are very kind and you clearly respect me and my time and I appreciate you. Also I am happy to help you with whatever you need and it is not at all a bother.
To the customer who shouted “EGGS?” at me from twenty feet away because apparently it was just too much trouble to come a few steps closer and use a complete sentence like “where are the eggs, please?”: fuck you.