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Like father. Like son. đ„ș
Yeah-
Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver except itâs playing from your neighborâs radio that you can hear from your back porch, which you sit out on to relax in spite of the loud buzzing from the lightbulb and the hoards of moths that flock to it on summer evenings like this.
In 2019 we wear whatever we want whenever we want. There is No holding back. Iâm talking about wearing that super fancy victorian maxi dress to the city, wearing those stripper heels to school, wearing those 15 cm platform demonia shoes even if it makes you super tall and youâre hanging out with short people so youâre scared youâll feel like an awkward giant. Iâm talking full camouflage to the supermarket if thatâs your thing, wearing skirts that you love but your mom tells you âitâs way too shortâ Iâm talking FULL CLOWN OUTFIT. (Including nose if you want!!!)
NO. HOLDING. BACK. WEAR. WHATEVER. THE. FUCK. YOU. WANT
if your eyes start hurting what youâve got to do is lay down and close them for a whileâŠ. now thatâs a sexy little manoeuvre that we in the medical field like to call âsleepâ
Not to be like âI deserve so much more for myself tbhâ but I deserve so much more for myself tbh
I want you to know that I was never clever, I was never top of the class and I donât say this to be modest, I was always in the middle, never really noticed as anything special. I had to work for my grades and where I am today, I mean work my ass off, I failed my favourite subject at a level, the one I was about to do at uni but went to uni for that subject anyway because itâs all I want to do. I want you to know that no matter how many set backs you have, you work your hardest you will get there and you will be happy.
my dad always used to refer to my mum as âthe most beautiful woman in the worldâ and i always thought that was kind of dumb, because i could look at my mum and know for sure that she was not the most beautiful woman in the world, not even by far and i always thought that my dad was just saying that to be nice. and then one day i met the most beautiful woman in the world.
I married the most beautiful woman in the world
Help me
Please
@unluckycloverdraws has created my religion.
@ anybody trying to give me verbal instructions
The Morning After I Killed Myself
The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.
I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.
The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.
The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighborsâ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.
The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.
The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldnât finish what I started.
By Meggie Royer
i love being called things other than babe or baby or whatever. i love boys that, without fear or shame while in public, whisper, âoh, sweetheart, you look so adorable, i want to kiss you so badly.â i love boys that swoop me up in their arms, when iâm having a bad day, and coo to me in the most gentle tone, âitâs okay, darling, iâm here for you.â i love boys who can hiss out with a lustful growl, âgod, precious, youâre so tight-â i love boys that can cuddle with me and murmur against my neck, âyou did so amazing, angel, iâm so proud of you.â i just,, love boys using lots and lots of cute petnames for me,,,
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This makes me so happy, and yet so sad.
He was smart, he was a writer (you could tell by his phrasing) and this is something he TRULY cares about. That boy has a heart and he cares. He sees the truth for what it is and he refuses to sit idly and watch as the youth of america just stumbles by.
BUT the teacher was done. She didnât care. She was fed up.
BUT the students were uncaring, even laughing, as this young man walked out
BUT this video was put online to be deemed as a joke and embarrass that boy.
THAT is unexceptionable
THAT is not right.
If you are this young gentleman if you are his relative, or if you have ever done something similar.
I am so proud of you
To take your opinion and share. NOT ONCE did he threaten her, NOT ONCE did he raise his voice above a proper projection so that the class could hear his words NOT ONCE did he insult her in any means past how she was behaving with her job. He didnât undermine her. He didnât hurt her, and yet he gave his message and left in peace.
That makes him a true, undeniable, super hero in my eyes.
Thank you sir.
My mom, an elementary school teacher, clapped an applauded this boy when I showed this to her.
That boy is great
hot damn this kid knows where itâs at
No, seriously, listen to this guy: âYou want kids to come into class, you want âem to be excited for this? You gotta come in here and make âem excited. You want a kid to change and start doing better, you gotta touch his freakinâ heart. And when you come in here like you did last time and you make a statement about âthis is my paycheck,â indeed it is. But this is my countryâs future and my education.â
I would ask him to be my TA so fucking fast.
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I do love the fact that this was taken with the intention to humiliate him, but instead it backfired and pretty much everyone who has watched this has cheered and applauded this guy.
I donât think Iâll ever forget this.
My dad found this couch on Craigslist but our mom wonât let him get it. Reblog if you support the pig couch
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356 Day Challenge #5
Something I would change about the world.
Iâd change the past. Give women rights long before it actually happened. Iâd  also legalize same sex marriage internationally. Is that even possible? No, not likely. This is Tumblr, though.