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wonderingaboutfandoms:

letyourjourneystart:

According to chemistry, alcohol IS a solution.

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Anonymous said: If you sell your body and have sex with complete random strangers, why the hell do you deserve respect? You don't respect yourself enough to not have sex with everyone. Why should I respect you and your work?

daddyslittleragdoll:

rydenarmani:

oh magic conch shell, what is wrong with a woman having sex with as many partners as she wants?

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oh magic conch shell, what is wrong with a woman wanting to receive money in exchange for sex?

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oh magic conch shell, could it maybe be that this bitch ass anon is threatened by women doing what they want with their bodies instead of what society has conditioned them to do?

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THE MAGIC CONCH SHELL HAS SPOKEN

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This is the best!



stability:

when my kids ask where babies come from im just gonna show them this gif

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Educating a Friend Me: So, let's say that you're at school and you see a guy you know. I mean, you guys talk every once in a while and he's pretty cool, but you're not like friends or anything. You just talk to him every once in a while.
Guy Friend: What's his name?
Me: I don't know. Frank?
Guy Friend: No.
Me: Okay, fine. His name is Will. Okay?
Guy Friend: I don't think it really suits him, but okay.
Me: ...So anyway, you're at school during lunchtime and you see Will. So, you notice Will's not eating anything. That's when you realize that Will has no lunch, no money for lunch, and no way of getting either. He's just sitting there like he normally would. He's not acting any differently and he's not asking anyone for anything. Not money, not a fry, not even a salt packet, but you know he's gotta be hungry. So, what do you do?
Guy Friend: Do I have any money?
Me: Yeah. You have enough for you and another meal.
Guy Friend: Duh, I buy him lunch.
Me: Okay, cool. So, like you said, you buy him lunch. You buy your lunch and you buy his lunch and you go over and hand it to him. And, he says, "Wow. You know, that's really nice of you, but I wasn't gonna ask anyone for lunch. I was probably just gonna wait until I got home to eat." And, then you say--
Guy Friend: Nah, it's cool.
Me: Exactly. You say, "Nah, it's cool. I'm just being nice. It's a gift." And, Will says, "You know, that's awesome. You're really nice, bro." And, after that, you guys start hanging out. You guys are like really good buds. You are always hanging out and laughing and just having a good time. So, you guys are friends for a few months, and it's tons of fun. Then, one day, you go up to Will and you say, "Hey, Will, you know, I've been thinking, and I kinda want that five bucks."
Guy Friend: What five bucks?
Me: Hold on. I'm getting there. So, Will says, "What five bucks?" To which, you reply, "Well, we've been hanging out for a long time and it's been really fun, but like, I've done a lot of really nice things for you. Like, I'm always nice to you and I always listen and do things you wanna do, so I was thinking that because I've been so nice, you should pay me back that five bucks I spent to get your lunch right before we started really hanging out."
Guy Friend: What? Why would I--
Me: I'm not done yet. So, then Will looks kinda hurt and he says, "But I thought you were just being nice. I thought that was just a gift." So, you say, "Whether or not it was a gift, don't you think you kinda owe me that five bucks since I've been so nice to you?" And, Will says, "No. I don't think I owe you that!" And you get mad, so you say, "Well, I think that you do, so I think you're being really shitty and stuck up about this and I feel like I've been completely wronged."
Guy Friend: Oh, my God. That's so fucked up of me. I would never do that to Will. Will was nice. We were buds. That's way screwed.
Me: I know, right? Hey, just wondering, have you ever heard of this fictional place called "The Friendzone?"
Guy Friend: Well, yeah, but...
Guy Friend: ...
Guy Friend: ...
Guy Friend: oh




Everybody always writes about the people who broke their heart.
The despair and broken pieces they left shattered on their bedroom floor.
Everybody writes about the aching in their bones.
The chalked outline around the empty place in their hearts.

But no one ever talks about the hearts they broke.

When I was in 10th grade I met a boy.
Blonde hair and soft around the edges.
Everyday after after Biology class
I’d swoon and giggle with my friends
Placing their hands over my heart
While telling them excitedly that thats what love felt like.

And the thing is I have broken many hearts.
I’ve had to see tears stream down the cheeks that I used to kiss only days before.
I’ve had to witness the anger, and cruel words when people found out I didn’t love them the way they loved me.

I have broken many hearts.
Some I can’t even remember the names of
But there will always be one I will never forget.

It happened the day the day I broke that blonde boy’s heart.
Not because I broke his heart
As cruel and cold that sounds
But because I think I also broke my mothers.
You see my mother loved that boy.
Not because he was sweet
Or respectful
Or treated me the way someone should treat her daughter
But she loved him because he was a boy.

But I could hear could hear a car crash happening far above her rib cage
The day I told my mother I wanted to kiss the girl down the street
Instead of the boy next door.

I swear to God,
I could see the light fade out of her eyes
And be replaced with crosses.
And I could see the steam her lips began emit
When her tongue began to burn with phrases from the bible.

I swear to God
I could feel the unconditional love
Parents are supposed to have for their children
Abandon the shards of her broken heart.

Though heartbreaks are hard.
There’s always that one day
Where we both decide
We missed the friendship too much
And become good friends again
But we’ve accepted the fact
That we don’t love each other anymore.

So I can only hope that one day
my mother will miss having a daughter.
And we can get back
To actually acknowledging each others existence.
And I will continue to hold on to the hope
That one day
She will love me again.


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zustin:

when ur fav fucks up and u can’t defend them

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