I was just at the gas station filling up my car and I was approached my this guy. Really pedophile looking, dirty jeans, new balance (you know, the “I’m 40 but I live at home” kind) glasses, greasy hair. And it wasn’t so much that he approached me because honestly, that happens a lot, but it was the way. He was inside in line before me when I went to swipe my card. On his way out he stopped and gave me this lusty look. Ew. My tank had to go up to 60 and the pump was slow so I just sat inside my car and waited for it to finish. Out of the corner of my eye I see this man in his old Volvo staring at me from by the air tank. After about 30 seconds he gets out of his car and starts walking my way. This is when I closed my door. He then proceeded to tap on my window. I told him to back up and leave me alone. He told me I was beautiful and he just wanted to get to know me. I ignored him and pretended to dial 911 and put the phone up to my ear (I’m a mess lol). He still stood there watching me. He finally walked away and got back in his car. My tank had stopped so I got out quickly and put the pump back. As I drove away I looked in my rearview mirror and saw the same guy! I tried taking a bunch of different turns and cutting in front of people but he kept catching up. He was literally speeding and risking getting into a wreck to follow me. At this point it was out of hand. As I said, I’m used to ugly/creepy guys hitting on me. Actually they don’t even have to be ugly or creepy. I’m used to guys who I have no interest in talking to me. But what I’m not used to is someone trying to follow me home. Thankfully I live down the street from a police station so I pulled in there and he started to slow down but once he saw where I was he looked at me for a couple seconds and then drove off. Oh, did I mention, I live 30 minutes from that gas station. He followed me for 30 minutes! I don’t find it funny, cute, flattering, or nice that a grown man would stalk me or follow me. I feel unsafe. I feel violated. What were his intentions once I was parked in my driveway? Would he attack me? Would he try and reason with me? Would he break in my home? This was ridiculous. Girls. Be safe and take care of yourselves. You do NOT have to talk to anyone you don’t want to. You control what happens to you. Don’t feel pressured to be nice or give someone your number if that’s not what you want. And boys. Same thing. This could’ve happened to you. I’m an equal opportunist. And to all. If someone ain’t feelin you. Leave them alone! There is no need to pursue or force yourself onto someone. That is harassment.
reblog if ur dick sparkles
i’m willing to bet that 90% of the people who reblogged this don’t have dicks
its a metaphorical dick
i hate how you’re just born out of nowhere and you’re forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job what if i wanted to be a duck
There’s actually a mermaid school in Montreal
why can’t i have a hot neighbor who ends up falling in love with me and we sneak out together and meet up in front of our yards
Michael Brown Jr. (May 20, 1996 – August 9, 2014)
We should make this the most reblogged image on Tumblr.
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Will reblog whenever it’s on my timeline.
If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again
Isn’t it disgusting that 23 people just unfollowed me
today I saw a preteen girl pick up Mean Girls at Target and ask her friend what it was. She didn’t even know. She said it sounded dumb. The people are forgetting. The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.
If there were a DNA test to see if a baby is gay in the womb, would Christians be for, or against, aborting it?
And on your right, children, we have shots being fired and minds being fucked
you can’t escape the gay on tumblr
you see the gay
you feel the gay
you hear the gay
you are the gay
Important lessons from today: 1) Sheep are impossible to reason with. 2) Sheep are rude.
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.
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I AM DYING
5 years ago i was a fucking mess & now i’m a fucking mess but at peace with it and with cooler fashion sense
Yesterday my mom posted a picture on Facebook of my 5 year old brother Sam wearing a pair of shoes he picked out for his first day of preschool. She explained to him in the store that they were really made for girls. Sam then told her that he didn’t care and that “ninjas can wear pink shoes too.” Sam went to preschool and got several compliments on his new shoes. Not one kid said anything negative toward him about it.
However, my mom received about 20 comments on the photo from various family members saying how “wrong” it is and how “things like this will affect him socially” and, put most eloquently by my great aunt, “that shit will turn him gay.”
My mom then deleted the photo and told Sam that he can wear whatever he wants to preschool, that it’s his decision. If he wants to wear pink shoes, he can wear pink shoes.
Sam then explained to her that he didn’t like them because they were pink, he liked them because they were “made out of zebras” and zebras are his favorite animal :)
What does it say about society when a group of adults could stand to take a lesson in humanity from a class of preschoolers?
Words cannot express how happy this makes me.
Omg forever reblog
This is just… Wow…
it’s 2015, wake the fuck up people. girls don’t HAVE to shave, being gay isn’t a choice, racism is pointless, rape isn’t funny and sexism is fucking stupid.
Cute creepy things for you
Oh my god! Where are these from?