For The Masses:
Reblog to save a life.
Trying to prove a point
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Let me spread the shit out of this.
This is horrifying. And sadly true.
Today is my last day of work. I’ll be spending the entire day tomorrow packing and on Thursday I leave for Florida. I’m full of mixed emotions I’m nervous but excited. I’m sad but I couldn’t be happier. I’ve been waiting a long time for this and I’m so happy it is finally happening. #college #movingaway #lastday #selfie #thefeels
i mISTOOK THE POLE CAP FOR PART OF ITS FACE
Do you ever have those things that you want to post but you can’t because there are
people you know on here
They should put prizes in tampon boxes, be like yeah your period sucks but here’s 50% off of some icecream.
no no you don’t understand what a good marketing scheme this is
EVERYONE PUT THIS GIF ON YOUR BLOG IMMEDIATLY IT WILL PROTECT YOU FROM THE VIRUS!!
I see your shifting gaze, that disgusted glance. I know you’re questioning my parenting from across the elementary school assembly.
Let me tell you a little story about the kindergarten student with bright purple hair, my little Raven Marie…
A month before school started she decided to play hair stylist with the craft scissors, and to save what was left I had to opt for a pixie cut. She was absolutely devastated. It was about three hours before she stopped her harsh sobbing and hiccups.
She has thought that the length of a girls hair was what made her “girly”. I know I’ve personally had many hairstyles around her before, including a purple mohawk, which many people criticized as not being “girly” enough. Media, other children, other parents, and society made it worse. She would randomly burst in tears while out in public for the first week of her new style, screaming that she looked like a boy. That everyone would think she’s a boy.
At one point she took off her bow in her hair, threw it at a cashier and screamed, “I DON’T NEED THIS BOW TO TELL YOU THAT I’M NOT A BOY, BECAUSE I’M NOT”
Proudly stomping away in her blue jean overalls, head held high.
Once we edged closer to the first day of school she kept asking questions like, “Do you think the other kids will like me? Do you think they’ll be my friend? Will they think I’m a boy? Will they pick on me because I have boy hair?”
So I went to the grocery store, bought some dye, and spent the whole night transforming my bright blonde little girl into a plum punk rock fairy. I then assured her that if any of the kids didn’t like her, they were just jealous.
As for you, mothers and teachers with the wandering eyes filled with disgust and judgement, I’m in the business of raising a free spirit.
Here’s to you, Raven Marie. I love you.
Look at how fucking adorable that kid is holy fucking shit
my brother fucking sent me this picture and said “remember… who you are…”
IVE REBLOGGED THIS LIKE THREE TIMES AND ONLY NOW AM I SEEING THE FUCKING LION
This is cool af
am i the only one who sees a dolphin
No way that’s real