I'm:
-excessive.
-a believer in true love and soul mates.
-would rather speak in metaphors and analogies to make you understand my point.
-an eternal optimist.
-looking forward to tomorrow.
start calling bullying what it really is. peer abuse. no more ‘bullying builds character’ or ‘be the bigger person’ shit. it’s time to recognize that this type of abuse can be just as damaging and just as traumatizing. at worst, it makes people suicidal and too scared to be themselves. not just in the moment but potentially for the rest of their lives. being abused by your peers is immensely harmful and it’s about time people admit that
I’m just looking for someone to eat garbage floor cake with.
I love everything about this story.
Alan Alda is my spirit animal (and quite possibly my patronus)
That’s hilarious and adorable.
“The hostess of the evening had made a rum cake, and she put it on the refrigerator to cool,” Alda recalled. “The refrigerator shook, and the cake fell off the refrigerator and hit the floor.”
It was a party moment that separated the casual diners from those desperate for dessert.
“Arlene and I were the only two people who went in with spoons and ate it off the floor,” he said with a smile. “That’s how you know. When two people eat a cake off the floor, that’s it for life.”
There’s no arguing that point. In fact, Alda seems certain today’s daters could learn a thing or two from him and Arlene.
“All this matchmaking on the Internet, and they ask them questions — just toss a cake on the floor and see who goes for it,” he suggested.
this post single-handedly fixed my evening and cleared my pores.
They say boys will be boys unless they fit the
description, hands on the trigger police ready to fire and it doesn’t matter
whether your last words will be
“I don’t have a gun stop shooting”
“Why are you following me for?”
“I can’t breathe.”
“You shot me. You shot me”
To them you fit the crime so you‘re simply erased.
Or they interrogate you for hours, no bathroom break,
no food or water, no parental supervision allowed just so they can beat on you
and admit to crime you didn’t commit. It doesn’t matter how loud you say,
“I can’t read very well” or “they made us lie” you fit the description because
black skin is a threat.
Why is it on Tumblr Mobile™ you can close the app and open it 3 days later and still be on the same spot of your dash, but then other times you switch out of the app to respond to a text, and when you immediately come back, it’s gone, your family is gone, your house is gone, your dignity is gone.
