I have been waiting all year to post this.

my strangest legacy - in high school, for one reason or another (I can’t remember) my friends and I wrote “34 days until March 2nd” on the whiteboard in the drama classroom. It was completely arbitrary but we kept it it up, “30 days until March 2nd”  ”23 days until March 2nd” etc. It spread around enough that the entire school is buzzing about what is going to happen on March 2nd. We figure we should think of something and decide to bring in cake. There were about 13 of us in total committed to bringing a cake. On March 2nd, during 3rd period lunch we all entered the cafeteria in a line (the parade of the cakes) and laid them out—a grand cake buffet for everyone in that lunch period. We did it the next year. And after we graduated it kept going.

This past March 2nd was the 9th year they’ve done it. It’s become a school sponsored event. There are t-shirts for this thing every year. March 2nd is cake day. I am a god. 

Hello everyone, I am not Andy. I am a friend of his. My name isn’t important to this post so it will not be given. The reason that this blog is even having a post is that Andy took his own life last week and I felt the need to share it here, with people that at one point he cared about. Andy’s death has been hard due to his grandfather died a few weeks before him. Andy really did love the people he met on this site and it’s a shame to see a young person take their own life. 

This is the official last post on this blog other than previously scheduled posts. Thank you all, and have a good day/night. 

Hello everyone, I am not Andy. I am a friend of his. My name isn’t important to this post so it will not be given. The reason that this blog is even having a post is that Andy took his own life last week and I felt the need to share it here, with people that at one point he cared about. Andy’s death has been hard due to his grandfather died a few weeks before him. Andy really did love the people he met on this site and it’s a shame to see a young person take their own life. 

This is the official last post on this blog other than previously scheduled posts. Thank you all, and have a good day/night. 

Patton (rolling by unsteadily on heelys): JESUS TAKE THE WHEELEY!!!!

Roman: …..Patton, NO!!!!

Logan: WHO GAVE HIM THOSE?!?!

Virgil (slowly rolling past on his own heelys): *casually flips Roman off with both hands*

Also Virgil: *subtley speeds up in case Patton falls*

Roman: *offended Princey noises*

Logan: *looks into camera like he’s on The Office*

Goodbye

Hey guys

This is a difficult decision to make but I’m going to not be using this tumblr anymore

or tumblr at all

 I haven't decided yet. 

If I do make a new one it probably won't be linked to this one so it will be difficult to find me. There’s some stuff in a queue that I have for random date specific or posts that I just wanted to queue but other than those, this will be my last post on this blog.

Thank you to everyone who followed me or anyone who I became friends with. But this needs to happen. So, maybe I’ll make a new blog. Maybe I won't, either way, this blog and all of the side blogs associated are going to be gone.

So yeah

Bye 

The bus rumbled along a bumpy road. Out the windows, desert rolled by under a bright blue sky. Jason was pretty sure he didn’t live in the desert. He tried to think back … the last thing he remembered … 

The girl squeezed his hand. “Jason, you okay?” 

She wore faded jeans, hiking boots, and a fleece snowboarding jacket. Her chocolate brown hair was cut choppy and uneven, with thin strands braided down the sides. She wore no makeup like she was trying not to draw attention to herself, but it didn’t work. She was seriously pretty.

                                                                                     -The Lost Hero, Chapter I

i had to restart reading this in my head like 4 times

why would she sell sea shells by a sea shore when you can just pick them off of the ground for free that’s not how you run a business

So this is a problem. For those that don’t know, this November MA is putting a question up on whether the transgender nondiscrimination law that was passed in 2016 should be repealed.

If this law gets repealed, transgender residents will face discrimination in public places and will have to by law use the restroom based on their assigned sex at birth, not what they identify as.

For those in other states who might be thinking “Oh, this won’t affect me at all!”

It will.

If this law gets repealed, the opponents (the people who approve of the repeal) will try to eliminate transgender protection laws across the United States.

Keep in mind, this article was at the back of the Pride magazine I picked up at a movie theater. Not many people I’ve talked to seem to know that this is going to happen.

I don’t care if this doesn’t fit your blog.

Spread this like wildfire.

It’s okay if you don’t ship it.

But…..

*drumroll*

*takes off top hat, allows doves to fly out*

*gets on one knee*

*red curtains open up behind*

*neon sign illuminates*

DON’T BE A DICK ABOUT IT.

That is all.

this just remninds me of the greek myth where a guy hated women so much so he made his own out of clay and (i think im not sure i wasnt in my mythology class for the entirety of this lesson) she came to life and killed him or she came to life and he killed her

Reblog if you actually care about the people you claim to love

The Alphabet

Patton: you know the alphabet has 20 letters?

Logan: Patton it has 26-

Patton: Oh, that's right I forgot u r a q t. ;)

Virgil: but that's only 25?

Patton, walking away: That's okay, I'll get the D later ;))

Roman: pATTON WTF-

cherry coke is a lesbian aesthetic

hannah gadsby, nanette (2018)