orbitingasupernova:

elfluxcapacitor:

the-acoustic-toaster:

Wow, this is just disgusting.

That is your own daughter.

How about instead of blaming her, you teach her not to do any of these things?

How about you do your best as a parent and then trust her to make good decisions based on your parenting?

And why would it be HER fault if a man puts his penis in her unconscious body?

It’s not like rape just HAPPENS.  A man has to make a conscious descision to rape somebody. 

If your child were a boy, would you tell him, “well, if a girl is shit-faced at your frat house, that means she’s giving you the right to rape her.  Go for it!”

Fucking people. ugh.

Or how about this?
If your daughter decides to go to a frat party alone, drink shots on an empty stomach, and spend the night, and you blame her if she gets raped, I will blame YOU for being literally the shittiest father on the planet. 

ugh

this is the sort of man who should never be a father

Wait, why are you people assuming it’s a father? It could just as well be writeen by a mother or mother-to-be. Men and Males aren’t the only assholes of the universe, you know. Assholedom is gender and sex neutral.

(via its-a-duckpond)

lol katie’s tags… but it is cool…

(Source: chocolatelovesme5, via lurkswithtigers)

What grades determine:

butitmight:

• Your ability to memorize mostly useless things
• Your ability to regurgitate information in the way others want you to
• Your ability to understand what adults want from you and give it to them
• Your tolerance for working on tasks you don’t find useful because others want you to do them or believe them to be helpful/socially acceptable

What grades do NOT determine:

• Your intelligence
• Your creativity
• Your emotional capabilities
• Your likeliness to succeed
• Whether you’re a good person

(Source: greaterandmoreterrible, via unbeatablerootbeer)

did-you-kno:

Source

squeeneytodd:

cows-quack:

aishaloveschoclate:

ishipanythingthatbreathes:

notanaveragemuggle:

gagaxmothermonster:

lindsexlohan:

vat1cancame0s:

flutterskies:

everyone stop what you’re doing

there’s a platypus on your dash

Reblogging because I don’t think I have ever seen a platypus walk before and…just…squeak.

wat

Look at that platypus wiggle. Wiggle what yo mama gave you.

HE’S A SEMI-AQUATIC EGG-LAYING MAMMAL OF ACTION

Only Duck-Billed Platyus lay eggs yo.

HE’S A FURRY LIL FLAT FOOT WHO’LL NEVER FLINCH FROM THE FRAAAYAYAAYAYY.

HE’S GOT MORE THAN JUST MAD SKILL

HE’S GOT A BEAVER TAIL AND A BILL.

I don’t know how this doesn’t scare people. It looks like it’s running towards me, about to sting me, or whatever platypuses do. Rip out my heart, and gnaw on it with that bill… I don’t know… 

(Source: hermajestyschimera, via unbeatablerootbeer)

Exeter, what have you done to me? Now I am

an ocean, with rubber ducks and the unborn awash amongst my

salty arms, and languages have melted into the bubbles

arising from the hot spouts in my depths. You have me,

and you have destroyed me. I wash ashore on stranger’s

sands, and know them, for I feel them there,

beneath me and throughout me and above me all at once,

and, Exeter, I was so happy, then, sitting there, watching

the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. I was.

I am trying to listen to upbeat tunes now, you know, because

that’s all that’s left of me: humor. Humor and power, that is.

And language. Exeter, you have broken me, and you have built me

back up, and up, and up, and every day I fall but now I know

how to pick myself up. I know this is not a very good poem, Exeter,

but I just want you to know that I had a crush on you

when I was at my lowest, and,

Exeter, for once

in my life,

I am so glad

that you didn’t

love me back.  

I don’t want to go to college. I don’t care anymore. I will write all the essays you want just don’t make me leave. I don’t want weather other than this. I’ll take all the fucking winters you give me. I’ll take the depression. I’ll take the friends dropping out or going on med leave or nearly killing themselves. I’ll take all the harkness warriors and the kids who stare right through me. I’ll take all the hissing during assembly and the fear that I’m never good enough. I love this place too much to care anymore. Don’t make me go. Don’t make me leave. Don’t make me never see these people again. I’ll go back and do it differently. I’ll go to the gym. I’ll say hi to people. I’ll deliver the books to the right house. I’ll be funny. I wont cry in public. I’ll have sex. I’ll wear hats indoors and stick up for my friends when they wear hats in doors. When the girl collapses from lack of sleep, I’ll call the paramedics. I’ll call the paramedics every time. I’ll dance. I’ll go to all the fucking dances. I’ll talk in English class. I’ll say things on days other than the first day. I’ll learn how to flirt. I’ll learn how to dress. I’ll break the rules. I’ll live. 

I went to Exeter for four years and all I got was this stupid Poetry Stage.

I went to Exeter for four years and all I got was these stupid liberal opinions.

I went to Exeter for four years and all I got was this white guilt.

I went to Exeter for four years and all I got was the most amazing ride of my life.

I went to Exeter for four years and all I got was this delightful love of self.

I went to Exeter for four years and all I got was this dream.

I went to Exeter for four years and all I got was this regret.

nevver:

Gaping void