Michelle gave this guy to Ra for Christmas. Ra treats him very gently.

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Michelle gave this guy to Ra for Christmas. Ra treats him very gently.
Colby hanging out with our friend Stephanieās bird, Neelix.
Of course he had to explore the lake. seconds for hot dogs! ------------------ #SPCAK93K #spcak93kdogwalk #spca #kokabooth #dogs #dogsoļ¬nstagram #aussiesofinstagram #muddydoggy (at Booth Amphitheatre)
Of course we'll sit still for 0.673 seconds for hot dogs! ------------------ #SPCAK93K #spcak93kdogwalk #spca #kokabooth #dogs #dogsoļ¬nstagram #aussiesofinstagram (at Booth Amphitheatre)
Just your run-of-the-mill Fettites at the local dog walk. No biggie. ------------------ #starwars #bobafett #SPCAK93K #spcak93kdogwalk #spca #kokabooth (at Booth Amphitheatre)
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Sheās hilarious
Nearly half a century after Roe, itās time the media stops treating abortion like something taboo and start treating it like what it is ā an important and normal part of life for a huge portion of Americans.
I did the math and if the Krusty Krab closes at Six and Spongebob always arrives at work at 3 am to count the sesame seeds, and if he comes in every day except Sunday and works at a rate of 8.50 an hour, with a paycheck every two weeks, Spongebob makes $1,326 every paycheck which seems feasible given the Krusty Krabs revenue. So that explains why Spongebob owns his own house still, has a massive library and all kinds of extremities like damn no wonder he can keep affording boating school
i live for the in depth analysis of Spongebob
SpongeBob makes more than me.
Iām sure youāve heard about the crisis in Flint, Michigan. Heres how my muslims brothers and sisters help!
Me every morning: ahhh today Iām going to be healthy this is the day Breakfast: fruit Lunch: sandwich Dinner: salad Midnight snack: 47 inch cheese pizza topped with Mac and cheese and mini burger patties to garnish and for dessert one of those giant snickers made out of many smaller snicker bars
Muslims protect Christians in Kenya bus attack
According to the BBC, gunmen ambushed a bus in Kenya, attempting to divide those on board based on religion.Ā However, the Muslim passengers reportedly refused to split. More information on the deadly attack and act of bravery.
this will get the minimum amount of news coverage in the states and this makes me sad
Bumping, in case people missed it.
lacking confidence is often talked about with regard to looks, but it affects so much more than that. iāve missed out on so many things because i was afraid of embarrassing myself somehow. iāve often changed my answers in tests to incorrect ones when i knew fucking well that the first thing i put was right; i just doubted myself so much. i count money and check for my keys over and over again just because iām never confident in my ability to do the smallest things. iāve put up with a lot of bullshit from people just because i was afraid they wouldnāt like me if i stood up for myself. iām glad itās something i noticed and chose to work on, and altho mental illness often sabotages it, iām at least aware of how much i constantly undervalue myself and work towards assertiveness and reminding myself of my strengths
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Oh this is so good!
Iām gonna reblog this a million times.
When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasnāt really a āyesā or ānoā question. I said āsure it is, youāve either had sex before him, or you havenātā. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.
In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy āfriendā starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didnāt sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and sheāll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And Iām in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.
And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasnāt going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasnāt even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.
And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesnāt even remember it but that itās something that sheāll never have the luxury of forgetting.
And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.
And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldnāt feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying āstopā over and over like a broken record but he mustāve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said āwe should do this again sometimeā. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.
And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonaldās first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didnāt listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just āasking for attentionā and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.
And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.
And Iām so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I donāt know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And⦠Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.
-16 year old girl
Did I reblog this already I dont care
Everybody must read this, seriously.