✪ Who Are You ✪
7:00pm
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fknandyy:

mariathemuggle:

anemotionallyunstablecreature:

will-you-be-electric-sheep:

Watch it in video

interesting how the answers change as the men get younger

and they call OUR generation lost

I was hating this until the end

I’m gonna reblog again cause this shit is important. my mom is a rape victim and she’s been married twice and she’s the strongest woman I know. rape shouldn’t be a deal breaker, that’s ridiculous.

6:58pm
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narcotic:

i do not care about highschool or getting involved or making memories i want to pass my classes and get the fuck out

6:58pm
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gailsimone:

the-grand-high-blood:

petrichor-and-holy-water:

zooophagous:

holy shit cows are huge

And apparently very cuddly

I can verify cows are both and they lick like giant slobbery cats. 

I grew up on a farm, my first pet was a cow. 

She was called Princess, and she was so excited to see me, she would follow me around, she waited by the fence for me to come home from school.

They can be incredibly affectionate and they’re smarter than people think.

6:57pm
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torinbevins:

sixpenceee:

A friend of mine told me this story last year when we were discussing studying abroad. It’s been an urban legend that supposedly has true roots:
TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE
A couple went to visit China. They went to a shopping mall. The woman, who had auburn hair and a tattoo of a rose on her hip, picked out a couple of dresses and tops and went to the fitting room to try them on. Her husband waited outside for her. 
20 minutes passed.
She still wasn’t done. He shrugged it off. 
30 minutes.
He started to get worried.
40 minutes.
He knocked on the door of the fitting room and no answer. He called in an employee, and the employee opened the fitting room door for him.
There was no one in there.
Confused and upset, the man spent hours looking for his wife but to no avail. The hours turned into days, and the days turned into months. He eventually gave up hope and went back home.
4 years later, the man returned to China. He went to visit a circus. He enjoyed it, except for the last moments where they had a sort of “human freak show.” There was a person with all of her limbs cut off. Her face was mutilated beyond recognition, and she was missing a tongue and eyeballs. However, he could distinctly make out a rose tattoo on the hips and bright auburn hair. 

This fucked me up

If anyone wants to know the “truth-side” to this story, I can tell you that in Asian countries (China, Thailand, India) there has been problems of people being kidnapped and mutilated in order to make a profit. While in this story, the poor woman was put into a circus for some sort of sick entertainment, usually the victims are hurt and then made into beggars. The victims are most often children.
The logic is that if someone is crippled, it elicits more sympathy in others and they will bring in more money. You can read first hand accounts here, here & here 

sixpenceee:

torinbevins:

sixpenceee:

A friend of mine told me this story last year when we were discussing studying abroad. It’s been an urban legend that supposedly has true roots:

TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE

A couple went to visit China. They went to a shopping mall. The woman, who had auburn hair and a tattoo of a rose on her hip, picked out a couple of dresses and tops and went to the fitting room to try them on. Her husband waited outside for her. 

20 minutes passed.

She still wasn’t done. He shrugged it off. 

30 minutes.

He started to get worried.

40 minutes.

He knocked on the door of the fitting room and no answer. He called in an employee, and the employee opened the fitting room door for him.

There was no one in there.

Confused and upset, the man spent hours looking for his wife but to no avail. The hours turned into days, and the days turned into months. He eventually gave up hope and went back home.

4 years later, the man returned to China. He went to visit a circus. He enjoyed it, except for the last moments where they had a sort of “human freak show.” There was a person with all of her limbs cut off. Her face was mutilated beyond recognition, and she was missing a tongue and eyeballs. However, he could distinctly make out a rose tattoo on the hips and bright auburn hair. 

This fucked me up

If anyone wants to know the “truth-side” to this story, I can tell you that in Asian countries (China, Thailand, India) there has been problems of people being kidnapped and mutilated in order to make a profit. While in this story, the poor woman was put into a circus for some sort of sick entertainment, usually the victims are hurt and then made into beggars. The victims are most often children.

The logic is that if someone is crippled, it elicits more sympathy in others and they will bring in more money. You can read first hand accounts here, here & here 

6:56pm
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hedlunds:

im tired of things costing money

6:55pm
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kursou:

when your headphones break and there is only sound from one side

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6:55pm
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secretmindreader:

thatpsychowriter:

For all of you who are worried that there might be secret mind readers in the room just try MENTALLY SCREAMING and if anyone jumps or flinches, you know

please dont

6:53pm
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School is just like this

demonfigure:

School is just like this

6:53pm
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placatory:

when the person you like starts dating someone else

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6:47pm
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cardroyalty:

there comes a point in your life you have to look at yourself and say “i’ve read some really weird fanfics”

6:32pm
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geopunk:

my wallet is empty just like my soul

6:29pm
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babyslime:

cyprith:

basedgaben:

garconniere:

tothecabaret:

1930’s Teen Delinquents

i.e. life role models

I’m just gonna reblog this again because it’s one of my favorite pictures ever.
That girl in the chair seems like such a badass I bet she was the leader of the crew.

I want to write about these girls.

When I was a teenager my mother found my grandmother’s (her mother) school scrapbook. It included things like photos, notes, and a two page spread of every demerit she ever received over the course of her formal education. Each of them set aside with little tags like she was so fucking proud of them. They were all for things like, “Unladylike behavior” or, “Skirt too short” or, “refuses to listen to authority”. I loved that spread so much.

I always have to reblog this.

dutchbag:

babyslime:

cyprith:

basedgaben:

garconniere:

tothecabaret:

1930’s Teen Delinquents

i.e. life role models

I’m just gonna reblog this again because it’s one of my favorite pictures ever.

That girl in the chair seems like such a badass I bet she was the leader of the crew.

I want to write about these girls.

When I was a teenager my mother found my grandmother’s (her mother) school scrapbook. It included things like photos, notes, and a two page spread of every demerit she ever received over the course of her formal education. Each of them set aside with little tags like she was so fucking proud of them. They were all for things like, “Unladylike behavior” or, “Skirt too short” or, “refuses to listen to authority”. I loved that spread so much.

I always have to reblog this.