bands ft. ugly crying
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Have I posted this yet
This is both amazing and profoundly irritating - the exact writing equivalent of that thing artists do - you know, how they’ll mess up anything that’s on expensive paper and planned in every single detail but get them doodling during a boring lesson and suddenly they’re Michel-bloody-angelo.
bubbles is my favorite
A 14-year-old girl was suspended for snarky answers to a sex ed class quiz.
“I don’t have my vagina with me” is now my go-to.
THIS GIRL SLAYS!
People messing with their textbook mini DUMP
I love this
Hey, I actually think we were meant to live in groups. The idea of permanent independence is a sham.
I really identify with the guy whose adult skill is having a Netflix login.
1979 tho 😳
It was the 70s okay? Everybody did drugs back then
79 & 59 Barbie look like she’ll give you the clap then rob you.
2010: I’m ready to get my life together as an successful working woman
2011: fuck that I got me a sugar daddy
This is fucking amazing.
No one asked for this but I’m giving it to you anyway.
Requested by anonymous
they didn’t give a specific theme so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ have some hardcore anti incest dogs
I love every single person who reblogged this
I don’t think people realize how much of an impact this kind of support can have, I don’t think everyone knows what these little things can mean to us.
It may just be me, I don’t know. But every single time I see this on my dash or on someone’s blog or anywhere else, I kind of just breathe a sigh of relief. That’s one more person who cares. That’s one more person who doesn’t hate me.
Because it means so much, especially when all the media is spewing out is that I’m a terrible person and no one wants people like me near them. It means so much because I’m tired of people who won’t sit next to me in class, or who choose to join the longer line at the grocery store because they don’t want to be beside me and my family. It means so much when I have to lift my head any time someone says the words Islam or Muslim because I’m scared that they’ll say something that’ll hurt, when I have to pay attention to the news because who knows what so and so is saying now, who knows which of my people are being attacked now, who knows what’s going to happen to me now.
It means so much because I’ve been given the idea that the world is against me. And a huge part of it may be, but at least I’ve been reminded that some of it, just a small group of people, acknowledges that I’m a person too. That people like me are just that, people.
Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. But now you do, so thank you for believing that I’m human when so many people don’t.
Have a great day x
Go unfollow this blog all you want, I am reblogging this.
I am aware this does not follow this blog’s style, however, I find it necessary to reblog this
Hello aware this does not follow this blog’s style, however, i find it necessary to reblog this, I’m Dad!
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