ohmyfuckinhfuck, im so. lonely
wildcatmary-blog
sxeman69
but then again, its kind like putting a meat suit on and telling a shark not to eat you
thedarkchocolatedandy
We (men) are not fucking sharks!
We are not rabid animals living off of pure instinct
We are capable of rational thinking and understanding.
Just because someone is cooking food doesn’t mean you’re entitled to eat it.
Just because a banker is counting money doesn’t mean you’re being given free money.
Just because a person is naked doesn’t mean you’re entitled to fuck them.
You are not entitled to someone else’s body just because it’s exposed.
What is so fucking difficult about this concept?
silent-suicides
How can you not reblog something like this
supesean
lmfao alphas in action
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Test and Final Exam Spell so you can pass your upcoming tests.
Likes charges it, Reblogs cast it, Pass this around for others in need of passing tests and exams.
YOUR DASH HAS BEEN VISITED BY THE SAD BATH MAN. LIKE TO TELL HIM IT’S GONNA BE OKAY. REBLOG TO SMOOCH HIS LITTLE SNOOT.
coldafternoon-deactivated202102
me: writes an over-the-top, emotional post that exposes my heart or w/e
me ten minutes later when my emotions have flat-lined: huh. embarrassing.
Hell Explained By A Chemistry Student
The following is an actual question given on a University of Arizona chemistry mid-term, and an actual answer turned in by a student. The answer by this student was so ‘profound’ that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well:
The Question:
Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle’s Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.
One student, however, wrote the following:
you made me the villain of your story, while i was still fighting your battles
i was the puppet, i was played
cut the strings, you lose your hold on me
lying to yourself, i turned my back on you
a modified truth in your head, to make it easy for you, more bearable
i‘ll take it, i‘ll take the blame
one last time, ‘cause in my story your were different
Pregnant Ghost Bat having an ultrasound at Featherdale Wildlife Park
theworldisanapple-youareaseed
congrats it’s a bat
[delighted bat noises]
Source: dailytelegraph.com.au
tosfumarewords
“How do we forgive our fathers? Maybe in a dream. Do we forgive our fathers for leaving us too often, or forever, when we were little? Maybe for scaring us with unexpected rage, or making us nervous because there never seemed to be any rage there at all? Do we forgive our fathers for marrying, or not marrying, our mothers? Or divorcing, or not divorcing, our mothers? And shall we forgive them for their excesses of warmth or coldness? Shall we forgive them for pushing, or leaning? For shutting doors or speaking through walls? For never speaking, or never being silent? Do we forgive our fathers in our age, or in theirs? Or in their deaths, saying it to them or not saying it. If we forgive our fathers, what is left?”
— Thomas Builds-the-Fire, Smoke Signals (Sherman Alexie)
me resisting the urge to ask people if they still like me
me isolating myself instead of talking to the people i care about because i’m afraid they hate me
It takes time of get out of here, this is home for the moment// She's dragging herself along the broken path, she looks up to the sky and sees purple and blue for the first time in forever. Blood gushing out of her feet, the old wounds closing and the new wounds opening, the inevitable bursts of pain in her body, her mind slowly diversifying like the clouded strokes of purple and blue above her head, she can feel everything, every single cell in her body dying, every stream of blood gushing throughout her body. This is the labyrinth of suffering and she has found home here.
pranuth
