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reblog if ur older than 10 and play pokemon

my sister says she’s getting teased at her school for liking pokemon. she’s in fifth grade. my mom is telling her that she’s too old to be playing pokemon. my sister is 10. my mom said ‘pokemon is geared towards a younger audience.’ but i’m 15, in high school, and i still play pokemon and my mom hasn’t said anything about it to me. i want to prove a point to my mom, so if you’re older than 10 and play pokemon please reblog this post! 

Things just transpired in my house hold that are equal parts offensive and hilarious… Here goes.

So my roommate, Dale, has a gf who does not live with us, but she’s here all the time. So Sunday when my gf was her we were on the couch and we kissed (scandalous, I know) and she saw it, and I’m pretty sure that’s the first time she’s seen us be affectionate, that’s neither here nor there.

So today she tells Dale she’s “uncomfortable” here and wants him to move out because she thinks me and my lady are going to hit on her or something, she doesn’t like living with lesbians, cause it’s not “normal”, so now I’m pissed. Then, Dale goes, “well you don’t live here, so it shouldn’t be a problem, just stop coming over”…things escalated and Dale is trying to break up with her, but she won’t leave our house….she locked herself in Dales room.

So, Dale barges in my room wearing a bathrobe and goes, “call every lesbian you know, we’re smoking this bitch out!” Then turns around and whips his robe like a cape…

And that’s the story of how there are 8 lesbians climbing through the window of Dales room…

Holy shit.

I’m straight

april fools

if you are reading this you are not in a coma, you are not dead or dreaming. your life is not a lie, your relationships are not a lie, your memories are not a lie. you are not a hallucination or glitch.

you exist.

you are alive. 

the world around you exists and keeps turning.

if you can’t trust all of your senses pick one right now you consider the most reliable and stimulate that. for me this is touch and smell. splash water on yourself. eat something comforting. smell dirt outside. play your favourite song on repeat. stare at one panel of a comic book for a long time.

this world is real and so are you. you are real. so take care of yourself. 

Ok so this seriously hit home with me and kinda startled me. Thank you.

What if we all looked the way we wanted? Our ideal weight became reality, our worries about money washed away. Your love life is exactly the way you pictured it. Do you think we’d all be happier? Or would we just find new things to hate?

this post just fucked me up

Shoutout to the females that compliment eachother, that jealousy shit is dead.