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when the teacher reading dr.seuss and you realize this dude had some fire in that book 

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A cat and a lowercase cat

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#team always gives relationship advice yet is never in one

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I’m not attractive but I’m also not unattractive jus kinda chillin

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it’s great that yall are supporting fat ladies but let’s stop only talking about the ones who have hourglass figures. support girls with love handles and stretch marks and thighs that jiggle when they walk and girls who don’t have big asses and girls with cellulite and girls with big arms and calves and fat in all the places they’re told they shouldn’t have fat. if you’re gonna be body positive you have to support all body types because every body is beautiful

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fuck

i’m

falling

down

all

these

stairs

today is possibly the last day to reblog this post in its original format. make it count

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The Morning After I Killed Myself

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

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1. Fist: Make a fist around the epi-pen, don’t place your thumb/fingers over either end

2. Flick the blue cap off

3. Fire. Press down into the outer thigh (the big muscle in there), hold for 10 seconds before removing (the orange cap will cover the needle). Bare skin is best but the epi-pen will go through clothing. Avoid pockets and seams. 

- Ring an ambulance even if everything seems to be fine!

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Babies please SIGNAL BOOST THIS!

BLACKLIST him nowwwwww!!! I just saw him this weekend and since classes resumed Monday I’ve been to busy and traumatized by what this disgusting man has done to me to even write about it.

I’ve been speaking to him on and off for awhile because he’s just so flakey and I should’ve gone with my gut instinct about him. Something always never felt right. He is the master at manipulating you into thinking he will pay.

Seriously considered checking into the hospital and filing a rape report to the police… But sadly he knows my real name… I never ever give out any personal info. But he convinced me into thinking he’s this incredibly trustworthy guy and that HE had to be the one to schedule my travels not I, so of course he needed my name and DOB. I’m afraid if I say or do something he can fire back at me by contacting my parents. And my parents are incredibly strict conservative small business owners who already have enough on their plate as it is.

Before meeting up with him on New Orleans he kept telling me how I’m not a real SB because I didn’t know how it worked… That I’m not suppose to accept allowance until the arrangement is “finalized” and by that he meant until I let him fuck me. Which of course I was completely against and told him I will not get on a plane unless he has my allowance for the first month ready in full which was 7k what we agreed to. And as soon as I got to New Orleans he let me know that we were going to be staying in a room TOGETHER he didn’t have my suite separate at a diff hotel or room like he promised. And kept talking and talking about how this is how it’s going to go down and that it’s completely normal and it would be abnormal of I were to stay elsewhere and not with him so he can keep me safe?? TF. The only thing I needed protection from was him.

He later pressured me into staying in the hotel no matter how badly I wanted to leave but I was scared because he could easily hurt me or rape me or something I was already in the suite with him and he was following me and looking at my every move.

I tried to make the best of it and keep my cool and tell myself that maybe I was just overreacting but things for intense after that, he walked over to where I was in the suite and forced himself on me. I just layed there looking away with tears streaming down my face. No words can describe the disgust he gave me. After I politely declined and told him now is not the time he proceeded to onto he anyway despite my comments and feelings.

He is a scam!!! A liar and a fake!!!!

After it was done and I went in the shower to cry I went out there and told myself I will not be empty handed after what I just went through so I will collect what he owes me and leave. Getting a dollar out of him was basically prying it off his cold dead fingers. He said 7k was too large of a sum of money to carry in his person while he travels so it would have to be a wire transfer from his offshore account.

I was so fed up with ALL HIS FUCKING EXCUSES it was excuse after excuse after excuse and everything needed and explanation and he was just so full of shit!

I told him to log onto his account and I will put my info in it and make the transfer myself and I did and guess what three business days have gone by and NOTHING the asshole didn’t even have fucking funds!

I left after the transfer by bus back home because I did NOT want to wait out the weekend with him in the same hotel until my flight so I left right away.

I just can’t believe how badly he manipulated me. He is dangerous!!!!!! Please please stay away from him! He has a lose wallet when it comes to the travels with reserving he best hotels and picking a beautiful city to meet in etc but has NO intention on paying you for your time or giving you an allowance and basically only invests on the travel to get you alone and take advantage of a much younger girl.

BY THE WAY he lied about his age he’s fucking old and that picture is from like 10 years ago.

He’s from Houston, TX. He works at UTCoverseas. He’s about 50. Stalky 5'7 an just fucking disgusting I hate him and I hate what he fucking did to me.

BLACKLIST BLACKLIST BLACKLIST!

PS I sent him a message yesterday about my transfer not coming though and that he is not a man of his word and is a tasteless businessman and grotesque predator. His only response was that due to the market collapsing he won’t be able to follow through on his end of the deal and wishes me a good life and that I was a good fuck……. This man is fucking sick. BLACKLIST fuck

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This whole moment

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whats good 

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I feel like this is a great example of racism in the media. Both of these are reporting on the same event, but TMZ portrays Nicki as the “angry black woman”. First the choose the picture that makes Nicki look like she’s attacking, while Buzzfeed used a picture taken seconds before but portrays Nicki as much less aggressive. Then TMZ goes on to use buzzwords like “explodes” and then includes “You Bitch” in the headline, all to make Miley seem like the victim and to demonize Nicki. It’s the little things like this that change the story and leaves Nicki as the villain and lets Miley escape scandal unscathed. The same thing happened with Nicki and Taylor’s made-up “feud”.

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Alphonse Elric, the not so appreciated sass queen of fma

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reblog if ur also a socialist lesbian divorcee witch that kills children