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" Be the person you needed when you were younger."
yogaholics:

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jerkidiot:

that girl you just called fat? who cares about her backstory, you just shouldn’t be a dick to people
like do we really need a tragic story to get people to stop being mean to each other wtf

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porrimscondomstash:

When you fuck something up first thing in the morning

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BRUTAL HONESTY HOUR
  • A - If I'm in love.
  • B - Who the last person I talked to on the phone was.
  • C - How long it's been since I've kissed.
  • D - If I have a preference for boys or girls.
  • E - How many holes I have in my ears.
  • F - Give me any options, like 'hot or cold?'
  • G - The last person I said 'I love you' to.
  • H - The last person I hugged.
  • I - The last time I felt jealous, and why.
  • J - Are you insecure. What about?
  • K - What my full name is.
  • L - If I have siblings.
  • M - If I forgive betrayal.
  • N - If you want to know how I treat my friends.
  • O - If I like my school.
  • P - What kind of music I like.
  • Q - What the last party I went to was, and when the next will be.
  • R - For me to tell 10 of my curiosities.
  • S - 2 habits.
  • T - 5 things I love unconditionally.
  • U - How many texts I send daily.
  • V - 3 big dreams.
  • W - An idol.
  • X - If I've done something I regret very much.
  • Y - If I like my town and why.
  • Z - Ask any question you want.

skypestripper:

hearing a story thats obviously made up

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ivanhattori:

knight-who-recently-said-ni:

jellybaby74:

Bender of lines

THIS MAKES ME SO MAD!

Goes to show, you put enough straight things together and it can get a little different. 

koolaidicecubes:

Trying to be angry at your best friend like

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crashyourcrew:

flying-blades:

The Wisdom of Cole Brown

Word
edenwolfie:


just-raowolf:

edenwolfie:

my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe

We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.
First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asda’s website right now." His face froze.
“A-Asda?" he whispered. "But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.”
This was a good start.
We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast," he said.
“Toast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—”
“Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.”
“You WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?”
He frowned. “Who doesn’t?”
“Okay," I said, "but what will the children eat?”
He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?”
We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes," he agreed; "if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.”
He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh," I said. "Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.”
“But I’m not.”
“Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—”
“We’re married!?”
“Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?”
He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.”
We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?”
“Vegetarian.”
“Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.”
“We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.”
“You and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.
“They’re your children too!" I screamed back.
He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!”
“Please," I cried, standing up also. "Don’t—”
“I want a divorce!”
And he walked out of the classroom.
The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry," I whispered, "but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.”
I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.

holy shit that’s glorious
imtomatocheeks:

girls-justdoitbetter:

punkgoesbridget:

damn

Oh 😳

Shots fired

phuckindope:

If I date you,

I see myself marrying you.

I see myself building with you.

I see myself growing with you.

I don’t date just to pass time.

I’m dating you because I see potential in you.

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