My fav sex position is actually when I have feelings for someone and they have the same feelings for me too
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Shout out to my Arabic teacher that looked at us yesterday mid-lesson and said, “I’m worried. You all look exhausted and depressed.”
Of course we were all like, “Oh yeah we’re dead inside, you haven’t noticed?”
And he snapped shut the textbook, threw up his hands and said, “That’s not healthy! No more vocab! Time for dancing!”
And he taught us a dance from Iraq and we danced instead of doing vocab. We didn’t stop dancing until he saw all of us laughing and was satisfied that we were all feeling better. It was perhaps the coolest, most kind-hearted thing I’ve ever seen a college instructor do.
hello kitty doesn’t like xanax or knives or blood or any of those awful things your post with her! she likes apple pie, baking cookies, and her friends and that’s that!
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Needed to tell this story to someone cause I’m cracking up. One summer I got kicked out of the house for like a day for smoking weed at college (basically I got caught and a letter made it home). I worked at an amusement park that summer and my job was never less than amusing. There was always something odd that would happen… it’s an amusement park. Anyways that day I was so broken up and upset so I drag my ass to work to mope all day. As I’m leaving the park, a little kid runs up to me “HERE LADY! YOU LOOKED SO SAD SO I WON THIS FOR YOU!” And shoves a stuffed toy into my arms. I look down and in a cruel twist of fate it was a freaking Rasta banana. I’m like how the hell am I gonna come home with a fucking Rasta banana the day after I got kicked out for smoking weed? So I put it in my bag and just shoved it into my closet hoping no one would ever find it.
Fast forward about 7 years, just got home from Denver, Colorado. My mom tells me she cleaned out my room and put all my things in bins in the basement. I’m looking haphazardly at the bins noting what is in which one and I see something that seems out of character for me. Look closer. After I had forgotten about it all these years….ITS THE FUCKING RASTA BANANA.
I’m crying laughing dannajdjsjfkakwjfjwj
Soulmates are not your ~other half~, that’s just nonsense. You are a whole person already, not half a person. A soulmate isn’t even inherently romantic. A soulmate is just the other sock in a matched set. You’re still a whole, complete sock on your own, you are perfectly functional paired with any other sock, it’s just that it’s even better when you match. A soulmate is literally just the person who makes your soul go “!!! Same hat!!!” and wave excitedly.
i love this
this is literally the only interpretation of “soulmate” that I can tolerate or accept
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some of y’all and the media is so disgusting and overwhelmingly sexist it’s ridiculous. justin bieber spent 2-3 years being a massive dick to everyone for no reason, putting people’s lives in danger by speeding down streets, and sleeping with underaged girls. he goes on stage singing “sorry” and crying and all is forgiven. he still sells a ton, still has huge concerts, no one cares. but ariana grande literally has 22 of her fans blown up in front of her and people only gave a fuck for 3 months? she is groped at a FUNERAL and all people can talk about is how short her dress is. she leaves a toxic relationship with a substance abuser and SHE is blamed for his death. y’all really hate women!
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