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“As the father of no daughters because I’m literally in 8th grade, I think sexual harassment is bad.”
These kid are the future.
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im tired of this cycle of breaking and healing, i just want to exist
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The Incredibles. 🤗
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If this gets 50 notes I’ll tell you guys how I ran an underground sex ed class and helped put a pedophile in jail during second grade
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this one’s for all the fat girls who’ve cried in dressing rooms 💗
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well that neighbor feud took an amusing turn.
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I am mourning the loss of a friend who still stands in front of me. Because I can see the door she will take to leave my life, and it is near.
this-is-nother (via wnq-writers)
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ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.
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Would it kill men to not casually be sexually predatory all the fucking time?
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Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.
Emery Allen (via wnq-writers)
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Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.
Emery Allen (via wnq-writers)
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Me:*is doin me*
Yall:*are mad*
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“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.
A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.
I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,
“I am the manager.”
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If you’re ever feeling unappreciated, just remember that “Toxic” and “Oops I Did It Again” both peaked at number 9. Sometimes the world isn’t ready for greatness, but you’re still iconic.
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