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stupid cats are valid
cats who aren’t graceful and thud to the ground like a bag of rocks are VALID
Contractions function almost identically to the full two-word phrase, but are only appropriate in some places in a sentence. It’s one of the weird quirks of this language we’ve.
This post needs some kind of warning sign.
I did not see that coming.
Some people say the English language is confusing. To which I say… It’s.
That’s the kind of linguist I’m.
If I could use any contraction everywhere, I’d.
@lilyvonpseudonym, I wasn’t sure at first that you would enjoy this, but in the end I decided you’d.
hey
hey friend
dont kill yourself tonight ok
you have a really pretty smile and i know its not always easy to manage one but itd be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it ever again
youre really important and you matter a lot so stay safe and try and have a nice sleep
I would like a moment to thank the people who reblog post like this so that it eventually shows on my dash.
It is keeping me alive
Don’t be afraid to be “too much.” Call me 5 times a day because you wanna hear my voice or something came up and you wanna tell me immediately. Text me 12 times in a row when I don’t answer fast enough. Leave me cute texts when you can’t sleep. Hold my hand. Everywhere. Sit really close to me on the couch. Keep your hand on my thigh. Always have a part of you touching a part of me. Tell me you love me every hour I don’t care I want to be smothered in love holy fuck life is too short to hold back.
If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again
Isn’t it disgusting that 23 people just unfollowed me
Unfollow me too
this goes double if you call paedophilia a disability. unfollow me twice
and if you call pedophilia an “orientation” or in any way compare it to being LGBP+ you can unfollow, delete your blog, and set yourself on fire.
I just lost 50 followers.. bye
clearing out the trash
Don’t just unfollow me, delete your fucking blog, you have know place on this website, or any social media.
tbh girls are so nice
thank you to all of the girls who’ve ever given me their last hair elastic thank you to all the girls i’ve ever danced with at parties bc i wanted to dance but no one else was dancing also thanks to all the girls who’ve genuinely complimented me while passing me by thanks for baking me pies and giving me cool nail polish and plants and just overall being positive and supportive you are truly loved and appreciated and you’re a gift to this cruel world
Politics
Do you know what someone fucking asked me today.
An adult woman, walked up to me, and started discussing politics. Like I honestly don’t know this lady. She quickly brings up the election, Trump, the Wall, and finally, Teens in politics.
Mind you, this is the ONLY place she stops to let me respond, she had spoken over me on other political topics, this is what she wanted to discuss, she wanted to lecture me.
She asked “Why do you feel the need to be in adult politics?”
And I responded, “Because I’ve been forced to grow up.”
And she scoffed, and explained I had no idea what it was like to be an adult, pay taxes, go to work, support a family.
And I said “Well, I was forced to decide something. Everytime we have a fire drill, I run up to the seventh graders and I meet my little sister, then, we proceed to find the middle of the line, and I stand in front of her. I was forced to realize that I would rather my own life be taken than hers. I have been forced to discuss with her an action plan if our school were to be shot up. Every time it comes up it’s always
"What do you do if you are in the hallways Kone?”
“Run to the sixth grade bathroom and lock the door, than hide in the farthest stall, standing on the toilet.”
“What do you do if someone is shot?”
“Check for a pulse, even if they’re my best friend, if they are alive move them to the furthest corner, if they are dead lay underneath them. Play dead.”
“What are you going to do during fire drills when I go off to highschool?”
“Hide behind the biggest kid in the middle of the line, even if I know them well.”
And if that isn’t fucking sick enough, I almost refused by offer for early college because that sends me three towns over everyday. Meaning if they have a drill, I don’t know. Meaning if they get shot, I can’t contact her. It isn’t like going to the public school, right down the road, it’s far and I won’t be able to scare her.
That’s why I’m fucking fighting.
Not for my life
Not for my friends
For my Baby Sister. My Whole World. My Everything.