[dragon-in-a-fez]

the thing about being "good with kids" is all it takes is literally just not trying to control and mould them with every interaction. it's just being a normal person and engaging with them through normal interactions like having conversations and playing games. it's just being genuine and friendly and not perceiving them as lumps of wet clay you are there to shape. "oh you're so good with kids" thanks it's because I think they are people

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i have a suggestion

[aleshakills]

I love a woman with a loud ass laugh. I love a cackle. I love a guffaw. Love when a bitch laughs so hard it scares the dog. Be unapologetic in your joy.

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[aflo]

The ability to turn reblogs off has really added a new dimension to shitty posts

[ifdragonscouldtalk]

Could yall stop shooting each other outside my window im trying to masturbate

[ifdragonscouldtalk]

So this was actually the sound of my car getting stolen

[maralicious]

I will always have respect for people who can ride a bike up a steep incline

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𝙏𝙞𝙣𝙖'𝙨 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙁𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

Title: Beach day

It was a really hot summer day, I put on my new skyblue two piece just like the one Tammy complained about not getting because her mom told her no, and I strolled by the lifeguard tower to find a comfortable spot on the beach. I pretended I didn't notice but Jimmy Jr was manning the post and manning it he was in his red life-guard speedos and the shiny whistle around his soft pasty neck. I plopped my things down, everything falling into place effortlessly and took a seat. A man beside me screamed "LIfe guard! Emergency! This gorgeous woman needs someone to sensually apply sunscreen on her back!", as I was about to humbly shoo him away, I was star struck by Jimmy Jr dropping everthing and running towards me. He ran in slow motion, his beautiful hair whisked my the wind, wiping away some saliva with his arm. He stopped rashly beside me, spraying my blanket with some sand, he was out of breath - hot! Panting all for me? Jimmy Jr, we're in public. "*Wheezes* Tina do you need help with the sunscreen? *Coughs*". Before I could reply, Tammy walked by us in a trash bag and looked towards us. I smiled and waved at her with my kindness and she screamed and exploded. Jimmy Jr massaged my back while applying suncreen and even proposed. Ever since we've lived happily ever after without Tammy forever

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𝙏𝙞𝙣𝙖'𝙨 𝘿𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙀𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

Title: Positivity Week

Date: 17/04/25

Dear New Diary,

Today mom and dad bought me a brand new diary (you) after Gene and Louise accidently set my last one on fire. I would be mad at them for destroying all the effort I put into it this past year but I've been trying this new thing Mr. Frond has been teaching us over the loud speakers all week, he says it's all about positive thinking. So, with my birthday approaching, what better way to start fresh then to completely lose all my entries, memories, friendfics.. Wow, I'm angry. I'll be back, I need to do something real quick. Okay I'm back. Oh i guess i didn't need to write the last parts and couldve just - nevermind. So, at the start of the week we had to write one positive thing in our lives on a piece of paper and Mr. Frond would read them aloud during the morning announcements. I thought mine were okay like on Monday I wrote "I'm grateful for the chipped wall in the janitor's closet that gives you full view of the boy's changing room", we weren't told Mr. Frond would read them aloud to the whole school. If I had known I would have said I'm glad for the Taco Tuesdays or something but now the hole is covered up and all I see is the fruits of my naivete. Poor Mr. Branca got the worst of it, got called in because people thought he wrote it. After that incident we had to write our names on our notes for the rest of Positivity Week. It didn't help that my note got read aloud again on Wednesday, im not a statistitioner statisist, that doesnt sound right, anyway a person who knows statistics but the chances of my note getting picked out of hundreds of students seemed unlikely so I wrote the truth. I'm grateful Jimmy Jr's mom buys him skinny jeans, the world is blessed to see his gorgeous butt and sculpted calfs, probably got them from dancing - mmhhh I love me a dancer hmm. When Mr. Frond picked my note once again, thankfully he stopped reading halfway through, actually he stopped reading our notes aloud from that day on. In the cafeteria I caught him looking at Jimmy Jr's pants - if thats not evidence I'm right, I dont know what is.