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bigfatphallusy

kiskolee

THIS.

professorbutterscotch

I have never thought about it in this context

that’s actually really, really creepy.

purplespacecats

I… fuck.

casuallystudious-blog

Yeah, basically.

avoiding-catatonic-surrender-de

I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages.

rosefire

There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.

baronessvondengler

THE BOLDED

mossgirl

Can old men stop flirting with teenage girls like go have a heart attack Please

decodetheunwritten

Could teenage girls stop acting like they’re the victims of sexual assault when someone flirts with them it’s not a crime against nature to be attracted to you and you have every right to reject them it’s called being part of the human race

mossgirl

could old men stop defending paedophiles and sexual harrassment on my post

zandraart

some foxes

fozmeadows

on trust and manipulation

Back in early high school, I knew a girl - we were kinda friends by virtue of having multiple friends in common, but in hindsight, she never much liked me - who had this purebred dog. I’d met him at her place, and he wasn’t desexed, which was pretty unusual in my experience, so it stuck in the memory. And one day, as we were walking across the playground, this girl - I’ll call her Felice - said to me, “Hey, so we’re going to start using my dog as a stud.” And I’m like, Oh? And she’s like, “Yeah, we’ve been talking to breeders, we’re going to get to see his puppies and everything,” and I made interested noises because that actually sounded pretty interesting, and she went on a little bit more about how it would all work -

And then, out of nowhere, she swapped this sly look with another girl, burst out laughing and exclaimed, “God, you’re so gullible. I literally just made that up. You’ll believe anything!”

And I was just. Dumbfounded. Because I was standing there, staring at them, and they were laughing like I was an idiot, like they’d pulled this massive trick on me, and all I could think, apart from why the fuck they felt moved to do this in the first place, was that neither of them knew what gullible means. Like, literally nothing in that story was implausible! I knew she had an undesexed, male, purebred dog! It made total sense that he be used for a stud! And it wasn’t like I was getting this information from a second party - the person who actually owned the dog was telling me herself! And I felt so immensely frustrated, because they both walked off before I could figure out how to articulate that gullible means taking something unlikely or impossible at face value, whereas Felice had told me a very plausible lie, and while the end result in both cases is that the believer is tricked, the difference was that I wasn’t actually being stupid. Rather, Felice had manipulated the fact that she occupied a position of relative social trust - meaning, I didn’t have any reason to expect her to lie to me - to try and make me feel stupid.

Which, thinking back, was kind of par for the course with Felice. On another occasion, as our group was walking from Point A to Point B, I felt a tugging jostle on my school bag. I didn’t turn around, because I knew my friends were behind me, and my bag was often half-zipped - I figured someone was just shoving something back in that had fallen out, or had grabbed it in passing as they horsed around. Instead, Felice steps up beside me, grinning, and hands me my wallet, which she’d just pulled out, and tells me how oblivious I was for not noticing that she’d been rifling my bag, and how I ought to pay more attention. This was not done playfully: the clear intent, again, was to make me feel stupid for trusting that my friends - which, in that context, included her - weren’t going to fuck with me. As before, I couldn’t explain this to her, and she walked on, pleased with herself, before I could try.

The worst time, though, was when I came back from the canteen at lunch one day, and Felice, again backed up by another girl, told me that my dad had showed up on campus looking for me. By this time, you’d think I’d have cottoned on to her particular way of fucking with me, but I hadn’t, and my dad worked close enough to the school that he really could’ve stopped in. So I believed her, a strange little lurch in my stomach that I couldn’t quite place, and asked where he was. She said he’d gone looking for me elsewhere, at another building where we sometimes sat, and so I hurried off to look for him, feeling more and more anxious as I wondered why he might be there.

I was halfway across campus before I let myself remember that my mother was in hospital.

I felt physically sick. My pulse went through the roof; I couldn’t think of a reason why my dad would be at school looking for me that didn’t mean something terrible had happened to my mother, that her surgery had gone wrong, that she was sick or hurt or dying. And when my dad wasn’t where she’d said he would be, I hurried back to Felice - who was now sitting with half our mutual group of friends - only to be met with laughter. She called me gullible again, and that time, I snapped. I chased her down and punched her, and the friends who’d only just arrived, who didn’t know what had happened or why I was reacting like that, instantly took her side. Noises were made about telling the rest of our friends what I’d done, and I didn’t want them to hear Felice’s version first, so I ran off to the library, where I knew they were, to tell them first.

I walked into the library. I found our other friends. I was shaky and red-faced, and they asked me what had happened. I told them what Felice had done, that I’d hit her for it, that my mother was in hospital for an operation - something I’d mentioned in passing over the previous week; multiple people nodded in recognition - and how I’d thought Felice’s lie meant that something bad had happened. And then I burst into tears, something I almost never did, because it wasn’t until I said it out loud that I realised how genuinely frightened I’d been. I sat down at the table and cried, and a girl - I’ll call her Laurel - who I’d never really been close to - who was, in fact, much better friends with Felice than with me - put her arm around my shoulders and hugged me, volubly furious on my behalf.

And then the other girls showed up, and Laurel said, with that particular vicious sincerity that only twelve-year-olds can really muster, “Prepare to die, Felice,” and I almost wanted to laugh, but didn’t. A girl who was a close friend, who’d come in with Felice, took her side, outraged that I’d punched someone, until Laurel spoke up about my mother being in hospital, and everyone went really quiet. Which was when I remembered, also belatedly, that Laurel’s own mother was dead; had died of cancer several years previously, which explained why she of all people was so angry. I have a vivid memory of the look on Felice’s face, how she tried to play it off - she said she hadn’t known about my mother, I pointed out that I’d mentioned it multiple times at lunch that week, and she lost all high ground with everyone.

Felice never played a trick on me again.

Eighteen years later, I still think about these incidents, not because I’m bearing some outdated grudge, but because they’re a good example of three important principles: one, that even with seemingly benign pranks, there’s a difference between acting with friendly or malicious intent; two, that ignorance of context can have a profound effect on the outcome regardless of what you meant; and three, that getting hurt by people who abuse your trust doesn’t make you gullible - it means you’re being betrayed.

And I feel like this is information worth sharing.

dynamicsymmetry

Oh, hello there, primary reason for deep-seated trust issues two decades later.

vastderp

daaamn that made my blood boil

the-real-seebs

Wow, yeah. That’s not how a “prank” works, people.

cwote

Your mental health comes before school, always. If it’s midnight, and you have an exam the next day, but your hands have been shaking for the past hour and a half and you’re not so sure you want to be alive anymore, pull out that carton of Ben and Jerry’s and afterwards, go the fuck to bed. So what if you get a 68% on the exam the next day? You took care of yourself and at the end of the day that will always come before a high test score. To hell with anyone who tells you differently.

Anonymous (via cwote)

exploristics

I didn’t know one direction was in pitch perfect

unregistered-hypercam2-deactiva

eue

when you got banned from all social media for harassing women so you got no place to vent except Microsoft Word and a printer

sexyleftistsantaclause

arcaneloquence

Things you can say in response to literally anything, when you have nothing else to say:

As the prophecy foretold.

But at what cost?

So let it be written; so let it be done.

So…it has come to this.

That’s just what he/she/they would’ve said.

Is this why fate brought us together?

And thus, I die.

…just like in my dream…

Be that as it may, still may it be as it may be.

There is no escape from destiny.

Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen.

In this economy?

…and then the wolves came.

jobu-2paki

Them: Why did you lie to me? Me: in this economy?

Them: what the fuck are you doing? Me: as the prophecy foretold

Them: who are you? Me: and the wolves came

Them: my name is Joe Me: and thus, I die

funny-pictures-uk-deactivated20

piratemalik

types to avoid

- ross from friends - ted from how i met your mother - drake from hotline bling

christel-thoughts

These are all actually the same type of man…the polite guy men think women should want because he’s “nice”, intelligent, fake cares about what is best for her (it’s really about controlling her), persistently refuses to be let her be, has crushed on her for years and refuses to stop chasing/pressuring her because “romantic”. he’s really a Grade A asshole

dogfromfallout

#types to look for: ben from parks and rec #finn from star wars #jake from brooklyn nine nine (via @phil-the-stone)

lonniiii-deactivated20170829

When my future husband comes home from WORK and asks what’s for dinner

eearth-deactivated20180601

When it’s pussy for dinner yet again and you aint had a cooked meal in months

kingrudegyalchina

LMAOOO

naomiminx13-blog

When the lady next door cooks actual food.

jst4kicks

LMAOOOOO it got better

liferuining-soulsnatcher

Lmao 😂😂😂😂

ovoxdreamville

Ya gotta stop 😂😂😂😂

mvddsociety

And She serve dessert

Originally posted by champagneovo

realityislife-deactivated201710

Yesssss

lonniiii-deactivated20170829

It just keeps getting better 😂

jamaicanamazon

💀💀💀💀

chocolatemain

But her man found out about you “coming over for dinner”

Originally posted by eightyproblems96

jozifiv

Wait this made me laugh

igotthemusic

Nooooooooooooo :(((( #crying

badgyal-k-deactivated20190901

Oh god 😂😂😂

introvincent-deactivated2019041

Originally posted by cratermania

lonniiii-deactivated20170829

why does this post keep getting better and better lmao

mindoflarks

^^^ really tho lol

cosmic-noir

When her and her bestie fake an alibi and he believes it

Originally posted by toxzen

tinypusa

when you just got done killing yo husband and the side bitch next door cus they thought they was slick

kingrudegyalchina

Omg

simonehaley

When you dont go to jail for a crime everyone knows you committed, still gettin dicked down and you still aint cookin for nobody

opsimath-deactivated20200208

Now i can reblog it

fuckwahtyuthink

LMAOO

neverbeensimpleminded

Even better …. Keep adding on

sipnsyphe

lmao omg

marisatomay

A cooking competition where people try to make an entire meal at midnight without waking their family up and whoever makes the most amazing thing without getting yelled at wins

stop-to-smell-the-dandelion-blog

overheard on the bus

Boy:*reading from phone* I heard 1 in 4 people are gay. That means at least one person in my friendship group is gay. I hope it’s Michael, because Michael’s cute.