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gang

One time in I asked my English teacher if I could go to the bathroom and he said the ‘I don’t know, can you’ line like it was something new and clever and my mind just sort of went stupid and I told him that if there was a colloquial gap between ‘can I’ and ‘may I’ that was significant enough to genuinely confuse him in the context of a classroom then maybe he shouldn’t be teaching highschool English, and what nobody tells you about that sort of situation is that no matter how good it feels, you do have to come back and finish the rest of the class

softdreamgirl-blog

Juno x That ‘70’s Show x American Beauty

syrup21g

sagethesailor

him

espressobean

yes

devour the dumpling child

hofessorx

who is he

albertothechihuahua

this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

feministism

anditslove

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Dear Ijeawele, or A Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen

into-the-weeds

[Teach her that if you criticize X in women but do not criticize X in men, then you do not have a problem with X, you have a problem with women. For X please insert words like anger, ambition, loudness, stubbornness, coldness, ruthlessness.]

kaylareads

got straight A’s on my report card for the first semester 🌿✨

humansofnewyork

“My husband had a sudden heart attack a few months ago. It was just a few blocks from here. They called me in to identify his body and then just let me walk right out onto 7th Avenue. I felt so lost. My friends were wonderful and supportive but eventually everyone moves on with their lives. I don’t have children. And I’m not a workaholic. So I was left with this intense loneliness and void. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. Then one day I started researching dogs that are good for grief and depression. And ‘poodle’ kept popping up. But when I went to the rescue fair, all the poodles were gone. There was this one old dog in the back that nobody was looking at. She was skin and bones. She was trembling and scared and mucus was running out of her eyes. She seemed so fragile. She reminded me of myself. I named her Grace because I think my husband sent her to me. She’s my first dog. She’s been pure joy. We spend all our time together. She’s gained her weight back. She comes with me to therapy. We’re getting better together.”