i’m actually tired bro, like from the bottom of my heart. i am tired
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i’m actually tired bro, like from the bottom of my heart. i am tired
Their lack of effort does not mean you should take it upon yourself to put in more.
THAT PART!!
Asexual men are really rad and really brave for realizing their sexuality in an era when men are still pressured to be “sex obsessed”
god I just want clear skin and a brain that functions properly and apparently that’s just too much to ask for on this bitch of an earth
Not killing yourself for someone else is a good enough reason.
Not killing yourself because you have pets is a good enough reason.
Not killing yourself because you want to see the next episode of your favorite show is a good enough reason.
Not killing yourself because you don’t want the milk in your fridge to go to waste is a good enough reason.
Any reason is a good reason for not killing yourself.
the person reading this is going to survive the rough patch they’re going through
Got this talk as an education major too. If you’re going into public service you serve all of the public.
If you’re going into public service you serve all of the public.
They don’t have this talk in the police academy 🌚🌚
i am so sick and tired of wasting my life away with unrequited feelings. it just isn’t fair that i have to walk around all alone when i spend so much time running after others
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone
It’s called the foot-in-the-door method. First, you propose something that is slightly outside of allowable norms: denying gay people wedding cakes on grounds of “religious freedom”. Then, you slowly ramp up how extreme your demands are, coercing the other side to giving a tiny bit of ground each time, until you’ve shifted the entire fucking playing field. Conservatives are also very fond of the door-to-face method, which is demanding something completely outlandish that you know will be refused, and then asking for something less ridiculous by way of compromise, again resulting in a gradual shift in norms until views that were once considered moderate or reasonable become unthinkably liberal by destroying people’s sense of standards. The combination of these methods is called the “foot-in-the-face” method, which sums up where this whole thing is headed quite nicely.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Door-in-the-face_technique
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foot-in-the-door_technique
Hey remember how you guys kept saying “why not just go to another bakery”?
It’s traditional ink for chinese calligraphy practice, and is thankfully 100% bio and non-toxic to dogs and humans. (via imgur)
My favorite is the one pawprint on the bed omg.
it’s like the dog has gone awol but realises that he’s not allowed to go on the bed
this is a universe where people have superpowers and there are talking trees but this person thinks having a smart teenage girl is unrealistic ok
Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.
My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.
Who alway got in trouble? Me.
They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.
She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.
The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.
I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.
So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize.
“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.
These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me.
“Melissa, did you punch him?”
“Yes.” I said.
“Why?”
“Because he snapped my bra strap.”
And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.”
“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.”
“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?”
I didn’t get suspended that day.
*slow clap for excellent parenting*
This is the parent I want to be omg
I went to a nun school.
The nuns there were like, so rad.
It was a party organized for the end of the school year, and I was helping in the kitchen to prepare stuff with a nun and a bunch of little girls. There was one of the girls’ little brother who was there.
There was a little girl who was carrying a bowl of tomato sauce and was going outside, but the boy was just in front of her and he slammed the door in her face. She dropped the bowl on the floor and got all messy.
So what happened?
The nun went outside, took the boy by the arm, and gave him an epic speech going around the lines of: “Would you treat the Virgin Mary like that, young man?” “Nnnnno…” “Then treat every girl like she’s the Virgin Mary.” Not only the boy had to apologize to the little girl, but he also had to clean up and he was put on kitchen duty for the rest of the day.
Then another day, in catechism class (I was a in a girls’ school, mind you), the nun was there telling us: “If a guy touches you in a way you don’t like, punch him in the face. It’s not a sin against charity. On the contrary, you’re being charitable by showing him he’s sinning by impurity and you’ll save him from going to hell.”
So I was at my desk during class looking like this:
Reblogging for awesome dads and kickass nuns.
If the Catholic church were run by like 90% of the nuns I know, the world would be a much better, much cooler place.