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YOU ARE THE REASON
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“when you see your best friend”
me flirting
show me the roundest cat
lmao bye
check out bro’s hang time though.
stop i know him
To enter the forest you must first answer a riddle told by the majestic fluff tail brothers
i love girls. girls with muddy converse and oversized flannels. girls with killer contour and obsessive use of snapchat’s dog filter. girls who paint and draw and sing. girls who like math and girls who bake. girls who are bad at history and girls who don’t understand science. girls who match their hijabs to their outfits, girls who get made fun of for their hijabs. girls with big, unapologetically natural hair and a loud, bold laugh. girls who people claim are not girls, but truly are. girls with dark body hair and girls with scars and girls with stretch marks that riddle their entire bodies. girls whose bodies don’t fit standards of ‘plus size beauty’, with sweatpants and cozy sweatshirts and mascara from the day before. girls who wear overalls and doodle about their plants. girls who wear leather jackets and chokers and listen to indie rock. girls who like today’s top 40 and girls who listen to 1960s psychedelic jams. girls with mood disorders and personality disorders and autistic girls and girls with learning disabilities. girls who are chronically ill, girls who use wheelchairs, girls who still find the light to keep them going day after day after day. girls who love girls and are proud, girls who love girls and are afraid. girls who like the moon, girls who like the sun, girls who stay inside and don’t care about either.
i love you. i love all of you.
Farmers market days are the best! I bought a purple tip cactus and kinda bought too many caramel mocha chocolate bars. It’s ok to eat unhealthy, really! Don’t worry what others say. If you want to eat something and it’s not so bad you’ll die, go ahead and eat it :). Have a wonderful, magical summer! When did you get out of school? Have a wonderful happy day! With love, -Alice
i see so many girls and there’s so many different types of pretty… there’s like the honey, green tea pretty girls that like sitting outside and soaking up the sun…. the dark pretty with black eye make up and wild hair and piercings… the bad bitch pretty with killer highlight and striking style….. the lazy pretty girls with snapbacks and sneakers…. the bookish girls with glasses and sweaters that make your heart melt…. the soft Angel pretty girls who just look as sweet as a peach with soulful eyes…. the cute girls with chubby cheeks and messy hair and it seems like warmth emits from them… girls are so fucking beautiful
this is my favorite post, it makes me so happy
Can old men stop flirting with teenage girls like go have a heart attack Please
help this kid out
this kid never got a pancake reblog if you cry every time
my mom might’ve raised an emotionally vacant child with severe depression and anxiety but she didn’t raise a quitter
says who?
These are the greatest thirty seconds ever recorded and I Can’t. Stop. Reblogging.
omfg he really thought he could be aggressive and abrupt and shake her. nope
My family didn’t have a lot of money, so right after I graduated from high school, I got a job waiting tables to help pay for Community College. I was lucky enough to get a job as a server at the local Houlihan’s and it was pretty good money for young college kid. In the back there were these two Mexican dishwashers who were also joking around and laughing. They spoke very broken English, but were able to communicate. Every time they would see me they greeted me with a Spanish sounding version of my name. I didn’t really understand it, but they always laughed and seemed genuinely happy to see me so I laughed along too.
After several months working there one of the cooks working the line, who always had a front row seat to this suddenly called me over. I remember this guy was always stoic and we weren’t really friends, but we weren’t on bad terms either. I always did my job, and tried to keep as much shit from angry customers from coming back to the kitchen, which is probably why he took pity on me. He said, “Do you know what they are calling you?” I shook my head no. I had no idea.
“It is a joke on your name. It basically means take out and suck your dick.” I thanked him profusely and after that I tried to go even more out of my way to help that guy. At the same time a smouldering fire began to rage and burn in my heart. I was humiliated and angry, but I didn’t say anything to them. I just smiled and played the game.
I immediately enrolled in Spanish classes the next semester. I found Spanish speaking students to hang out with. Soon my entire group of friends was Spanish speaking. By this time I had moved on from that restaurant and left those two dishwashers behind, but they were not forgotten. After several more semesters I started spending my summer breaks volunteering in South America, and finally as I graduated from University with a degree in Engineering I won an internship to work in Spain only because I had become so good at speaking Spanish. It was an amazing three months, but all good things come to an end and I had return home.
After I came back home I was exhausted, but my friend forced me to go to a birthday party. By coincidence I ended up meeting an amazing Hispanic woman there who was going to be my future wife. Later that night we all went to a club and as we were dancing and having a good time I suddenly felt someone tapping me on the shoulder. I turned around and standing there is Oscar, one of the dish washers.
“Take out your dick and suck it!” He said in Spanish.
Without missing a beat I replied in perfect Spanish, “Your sister already did that for me last night!”
His eyes got really big and then we both burst into laughter and hugged. The petty dream I originally had to get back at him had finally been fulfilled, but now 5 years later my heart was suddenly filled with gratitude. I had long since realized that he had unknowingly launched me into an amazing journey where I travelled the world, met some amazing people, fell in love with a new culture and had just met my future wife. So fuck you Oscar and thanks again.