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I love how his eyes change the moment he sees phil
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Hi I'll be auditioning for the role as The Dress and I'll be singing "Goodbye Agony" by Black Veil Brides
When you send a girl home from school because her shorts or too short, or her clothing is immodest, you are telling her that hiding her body is more important than her education. You are telling her that making sure the boys have a distraction-free learning environment is more important than her education. In a way, youâre telling her that the boys are more entitled to an education than she is, and that isnât acceptable.
stop blaming the victim
ONLY YES MEANS YES.
OH MY GOD STOP SAYING THAT DOCTORS SHOULDNâT SAY âITâS A BOYâ OR âITâS A GIRLâ AT BIRTH
ITâS NOT ABOUT âFORCING GENDER ROLES ON BABIESâ ITâS ABOUT ENSURING THAT THE CHILD GETS THE BEST CARE POSSIBLE BASED ON THEIR BIOLOGICAL SEX JFC
anyways what else would they say if they canât announce boy or girl.
"itâs a thing!"Â
yeah thatâs not gonna work.
"It sure is a baby alright"
Remember the days before you knew what suicide meant. the day i learnt what it meant i wondered why someone would ever kill them self. now i wonder why someone is happy.
There are so many things they donât teach us in school. So many important things are neglected, not even spoken of, let alone taught. Things like how to deal with the death of a loved one. How to calm down after a panic attack. How to stand up after life knocks you down. How to love people. How to be loved in return. How to live through disasters. How to not to hold yourself together when your world is falling apart. How to live with a broken heart. How to live with illness. How to deal with abandonment. How to listen to your soul. How to accept yourself. How to forgive other people. But sure. Tell me again how calculus and algebra are important too.
Things They Donât Teach Us at School | Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)
if dan had actually got his degree in law and became a lawyer could you imagine him in a courtroom?Â
"literally"Â "first of all-" "really?" "ok rude" "right well anyways-"Â âliterally" "alright, listen up"Â
"listen here you little shit"
"are you actually kidding me?" "â you know what I mean?" "okay. right. fuck it."
"you twat"
Did you see what that Psycho Bitch did?
A 16 yr old boy screamed this at me after I pushed his desk (which he was sitting in) so hard that it almost hit the wall.Â
I warned this boy THREE TIMES to leave me alone. To leave my possessions alone. To stop putting his feet on my books which were under my chair. To stop putting his knees against the back of my chair and pushing, which rocked me back and forth.Â
I told this boy THREE TIMES to leave me alone and the last time I told him. âIâve warned you three times now. Stop, or you are gonna regret it.â
To which he taunted. âOoooh, Dunn, sooo scared.â
So he did it again.
And I lost it. The camels back didnât have a chance, it snapped like a kit kat.Â
I turned around, put my hands on his desk and as I screamed every bit of profanity at him at volumes that Iâm sure were heard down the hall, and I shoved. Every ounce of anger and frustration went into that push. I pushed that desk (he was still in it.) Â so hard that it parted the two empty desks behind him and he almost hit the wall.
Everyone around me was stunned, but then the boys sitting beside me JUMPED to their feet and started applauding, cause someone FINALLY DID IT! Someone FINALLY stood up to the bully.
As they start to clap the teacher jumps to her feet and points to the door. âHALLWAY NOW!â
And Iâm just standing there, sobbing. âI just wanted him to leave me alone. I just wanted to be left alone.â
As I was walking around the desk (people are still applauding.) the bully snapped out of his daze and jumped to his feet. âDID YOU SEE WHAT THAT PSYCHO BITCH DID!?â
I turned on a dime. âYOU WANNA SEE PSYCHO BITCH! IâLL FUCKING SHOW YOU PSYCHO BITCH!â And I practically launched myself in his general direction. I say practically, because as my two besties scrambled to their feet to tackle me, my teacher grabbed the back of my shirt mid air and threw me into the hallway.
"YOU HALLWAY! AND YOU MISTER! OFFICE! NOW!"
"BUT IâM INNOCENT!" He tried to argue.Â
The boys that sat in the next aisle over stood and said âMs Fye, she asked him to stop. She asked him to stop three times. We heard it.ââ
She wrote him a hall pass. âYou go to the office. Iâll be there in 5 minutes. And if you arenât there sitting in a chair waiting for me, then weâre calling truente.â
The boy walked out the room gesturing like âyou know you want it.â But the teacher shoved him down the hall.
After he turned the corner she turned to me and asked. âWhat the HELL happened?â
And all  I could say (as I was crying) was âI just wanted to be left alone. I just wanted him to leave me and my stuff and my desk and my books alone. But he wouldnât. He kept pushing my chair.He kept putting his feet on my books under the desk. He kept moving my gym bag. I just wanted to be left alone.â
She hugged me, promised me that she was going to move me, that I was never going to have to see him again. She sent me to the restroom and walked back into the classroom to inform the class that I was going to be sitting on the other side of the room. And the boys that sat next to me took it it upon themselves to save me the hassle of going back to the scene of the crime and forming a life chain, passing my things over from one kid to the next to the chair I was going to be sitting in.
I came back to the room and there was no jeering, no rude comments or gestures. Just a couple of boys pointing out that my stuff was in my new seat.
The teacher went to the office and the boy eventually got 3 day in-school suspension, and a serious tongue lashing from my teacher.
Looking back on it now, I realize how lucky I was I didnât end up getting suspended or expelled. (Technically I never touched the boy⌠close⌠but I never touched him.) In fact, I donât think my parents even got called. To this day they have no idea how close their daughter came to beating the shit out of a football player.
But the thing that stuck me the most was no one in the class ever treated me like I was crazy. In fact, it freak out this one boy so bad he left me pencils on my desk every day.
I like to think of myself as a non-violent person. But then I remember⌠that time I almost showed a boy what a psycho bitch really was.
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reasons i tend to not talk
people always interrupt me to tell another story because apparently my story isnât good enough for their ears
i sound like an idiot who just learned to talk two hours ago
people seem disinterested in what iâm saying
i hate my voice
i donât want to annoy anyone
i repeat because this happens a lot: people interrupt me and never let me finish and i feel really shitty about myself because no one seems to want to listen to me