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kosplaybaby

if you ever call me cute i will think about it all day

and when i go to sleep i’ll just be a little burrito of blankets

and i will whisper quietly

“they called me cute”

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collinpro

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My legs were made for walking, not to look skinny. My tummy was made for holding my organs, not to be flat. My bones were made as a structural foundation for my body, not to stick out. Appreciate what your body can do for you instead of trying to make it 'look good'.

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jordantypefont

This is so clever. Or maybe it’s just the English major in me that gets it.

askinnyblackman

yes. it’s only you, the english major who gets it

not the 200,000 other people who’ve also seen it

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lotv

I hope this makes some of you in a better mood. Because I’m feeling quite over the day. But this helps a bit.

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So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.

I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”. So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. The kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.

I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specific they won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals.

inspiring-pictures

So relatable blog :)

pushingthepull

That’s excellent. No really, it is. If you catch yourself in the act, and notice where your fingers are, you’ve taken a step forward. You may feel guilty, but the main thing is that you are consciously aware of when you do it. This gives you the chance to intervene. It is so easy to just…

pushingthepull

I need to remind myself again!