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March 22nd, 2017: Today Harry Styles posted a tweet in support of @drop4drop “clean water for all” project. Last year Harry showed his support by posting an IG picture (see below). Lat…
On this day in 2017, both @Harry_Styles & @NiallOfficial tweeted in support of @drop4drop, an organization that raises funds to bring clean water to communities in need around the world. Harry had posted about @drop4drop in 2016 too. #WorldWaterDay
Probably going to put the Wind Turbine here! ☆
My instructor came up to be when I was in my booth again. I thought he was going to give me a critique. Instead, I'm told that one of the quietest guys at school, who had coincidentally asked for my number yesterday, was taking photos of another girl's ass while she welded and then decided to show her a picture of his dick. My instructor chewed his ass out and said that we didn't need to deal with that shit.
I need someone to draw a handful of tattoos for me. A realistic fox with Celtic knotwork surrounding it, and a silhouette of my mare, Foxy.
In other news, the boys had gathered some metal from outside to build a thing. There was a black widow in it and they were spooked and trying to spray it with something. I walked over, nudged it with my foot, and stepped on it as I walked away without saying a word.
I got to school an hour ago without saying much to anyone. Just went straight to my booth and started welding as I thought angrily about the latest fuck boy. Right as I was about to strike up an arc, my welding instructor came up behind me and started to tell me something as he took my right, rod holding hand. I jumped and yelped in surprise. As soon as he left, I started crying.
when i was eight or ten or twelve, walking down carpet-spattered halls i had a knockoff walkman and i had one cd. i was not old enough to understand what she sang, but i knew i loved the cover and the key. and god, did i feel it. i understood why it was on the radio. as it skipped in my ears, my heartbeat followed.
listening to avril lavigne in 2002, mw
