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I'd rather die Enormous than live Dormant

[6lacksoul]

[bimbocracy]

Men love nudes, they just don’t want to pay for them. That’s why they hate “Snapchat thots”

Men love sex, they just don’t want to pay for it. That’s why they hate full service sex workers.

Men love female company, they just don’t want to pay for it. That’s why they hate ‘gold diggers’

Men love using and consuming women, they just don’t want to compensate us for what it is they want from us.

[thotty-hendrix]

Some of us just want love. This generation is doomed.

[zaidove-deactivated20241002]

stretch marks are beautiful too

[shortycito-deactivated20211022]

Be teachable. You’re not always right.

[toothygremlin]

I’d like to give a very big fuck you to anyone who talks badly about janitors, trashmen, maids, house cleaners,ect.

[thotty-hendrix]

Facts

[thotty-hendrix]

Life is great. Its hard to be on here now. I hope anyone looking for the end of the tunnel finds it soon.

[alicent-florent]

TWILIGHT (2008) THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY | “Öga for Öga” (2020)

[friendscallmebatty]

Malcolm In The Middle (2000-2006)

[thotty-hendrix]

Ha

[eliminated]

[shizukais]

Choose your hell.

[thotty-hendrix]

Probs the best anime since shingeki no kyojin

[en-futubandera]

[thotty-hendrix]

Probably.

[humansofnewyork]

“From the outside I was a great student. I participated in everything: sports, music, you name it. Plus I’d gotten ‘straight A’s’ since elementary school. But there was a side of me that I kept hidden. Even as a kid, I’d been good at being sneaky, if I took some cookies from the cupboard, I’d put the package back exactly like it was. When I grew older, the behaviors became riskier. I started partying and being promiscuous. With each encounter I’d get a rush of dopamine, but I’d end up feeling lower than when I began. Self-worth is something that I always struggled with. My depression got so bad in high school that I began to self-harm. I even went so far as to write out a suicide note in my journal. But I was so good at hiding that nobody ever knew. I seemed like a happy kid. My parents never saw anything that couldn’t be dismissed as teenage angst. And my marching band instructor even nicknamed me ‘Smiley.’ But there were small signs. On my worst days I’d put my headphones on during class, and lay my head on the desk. Then there was a time in British Literature class when we were given a poetry assignment, and I wrote about drowning. Our teacher’s name was Mrs. Hunt. She was the nurturing type. And she always treated us like adults. The day after I wrote the poem, she pulled me aside after class. ‘Should I be worried?’ she asked. I lied, of course, and said that I was fine. But then she asked me again, and I broke down. ‘I think I have depression,’ I told her. She didn’t blink an eye. She asked permission to send my parents an email. She let me read the whole thing, and I told her to send it. Later that night my parents initiated a conversation about my mental health. It was the first time we’d really spoken about it. A few days later we found a professional and I began taking medication. I’ve come so far since writing that poem. I graduated with two degrees. I’ve gotten married. And I’m about to begin my Master’s in Education. I’m hoping to become the same kind of teacher as Mrs. Hunt. When I needed it most, she recognized my cries for help. She handled them with grace. And I’m not sure if I’d still be here if it wasn’t for her.”

[humansofnewyork]

WE WILL REBUILD HER. At 5 AM this morning I dropped Stephanie off at the prestigious Hospital for Special Surgery. A few hours later she went under anesthesia for a complete hip replacement. She was nervous but in good spirits. I am happy to report that I have just gotten off the phone with Dr. Peter Sculco, who in addition to being one of the best surgeons in his field, is also ‘pretty hot’,  according to Stephanie. Dr. Sculco is happy to report that the surgery ‘went great.’ Her pain should be greatly relieved, and he expects her to be walking again soon. Stephanie had been unable to stand for several months. And it had gotten to the point where she couldn’t roll over a crack in the sidewalk without screaming in pain. So the situation was critical. Since Stephanie had no insurance, this intervention was made entirely possible through your contributions. You have bought her another chance at life. Stephanie wanted me to say that she loves you all, and that as soon as she gets home, she is going to ‘burn a white candle’ in your honor.

[gl3000]

[bi0terr0rist]

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I’ve got a tight grip on reality, But I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here, I know you’re leaving in the morning when you wake up, Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream.

[thotty-hendrix]

I dont post anymore so here's something

[pugking-deactivated20130901]

[thotty-hendrix]

Ending this soon.