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since tiktok is dying in the U.S. i decided to round up all of the tickle moments from those self defense videos circling tiktok (op is @zacharyloft)

otomiyaa

aaaa I didn't even see them all yet, thank you for sharing them😍 love them all

movemequotes

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

lynati

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bogleech

I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it

stellabat

Fuck man

drogonea

My mom likes to refrence a story she read

About a guy who escaped North Korea

He said living there was like living in a pot

And he grew up there, so he grew into the shape of the pot

But once he was out

And the pot was gone

He was still in the shape of the pot

And he had to work really hard to grow outside that shape

I think its the same with alot of things

Art, gender presentation, decoration prefrences, food, hobbies

You forget what made you happy in favor of what kept you alive.

the-haiku-bot

You forget what made

you happy in favor of

what kept you alive.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

spectrophobiia

there aren’t enough words in the english language to describe how much i hate the way that most schools kill creativity and originality because they think conformity will make you better suited to society

yet-another-clown

you can’t expect creativity and originality in a society that breeds conformity

cockandrollallnite

lycra-boys

creepyolddude1973

And DAMN proud of it!!!

petiteclover

Jeff Bridges photographed in New York, 1972.

creepyolddude1973

I still want one of these shirts

havingapoemwithyou

the end and the beginning - wisława szymborska tr. joanna trzeciak

aceoftigers

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The End and the Beginning

By Wisława Szymborska

Translated by Joanna Trzeciak

After every war someone has to clean up. Things won’t straighten themselves up, after all.

Someone has to push the rubble to the side of the road, so the corpse-filled wagons can pass.

Someone has to get mired in scum and ashes, sofa springs, splintered glass, and bloody rags.

Someone has to drag in a girder to prop up a wall. Someone has to glaze a window, rehang a door.

Photogenic it’s not, and takes years. All the cameras have left for another war.

We’ll need the bridges back, and new railway stations. Sleeves will go ragged from rolling them up.

Someone, broom in hand, still recalls the way it was. Someone else listens and nods with unsevered head. But already there are those nearby starting to mill about who will find it dull.

From out of the bushes sometimes someone still unearths rusted-out arguments and carries them to the garbage pile.

Those who knew what was going on here must make way for those who know little. And less than little. And finally as little as nothing.

In the grass that has overgrown causes and effects, someone must be stretched out blade of grass in his mouth gazing at the clouds.

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thememedaddy

creepyolddude1973

rottingwithers

You never have to worry about disappointing me. Due to my misanthropic and pessimistic attitude towards people, I wasn’t expecting much from you anyways.