WHY ARE NONE OF YOU FUCKERS FLIPPING SHIT?!?
NASA HAS DECLARED PLUTO A PLANET AGAIN
IT HAS MOONS!!!!! IT HAS MOONS!!!!!!!
WHAT. WHAT! PLUTO YOU FUCKING DID IT!
VIVA LA PLUTO, YOU DID IT!!!
Just because I find you attractive doesnt mean I like you. You appeal to my eyes, not my heart or mind. It’s not that deep.
if you give kids zero restrictions they’ll become the nicest fucking kids ever who never do drugs or get into trouble i know because my parents let me do nothing but eat chicken nuggets all day and read hentai until 4am and i am a straight A student
Seriously though this seems to be the case with a ton of people I know, if you don’t restrict them all the time they actually do better and are mentally healthier
WHY DON’T PARENTS UNDERSTAND THIS?!?
Some authors could really use a “plot twist limit” or a “you’ve killed too many characters already” notification you know
you know what else is a joke?
My friend not being able to handle anyone standing behind her.
My friend needing a five-second warning to prep for a high-five.
She can’t be hugged. You know why? Because when she was a kid and ‘acted out’ in public her parents would hug her from behind and twist her arms so hard that she still has marks from the friction burn.
Or my other friend, who was praised and praised by her parents in front of others but as soon as they were in private, they tore her to shreds. Every day, for years, from grade school to college.
They both have been to the ER because they cut so deep they hit muscle.
My friend who refused to leave school one day because his dad told him that he was going to visit him that night at his guardian’s house.
And he showed up to school for a week wearing long sleeves, and he only let me see the bruises because I was crying so hard he was afraid I would pass out.
My friend telling me day after day after day that she was my only friend, that no one else liked me, they just tolerated me.
Me in 5th grade getting stared at by the boys because I was wearing a dress and had hit puberty.
My 5th grade teacher telling me that I “shouldn’t have worn that outfit if I didn’t want people to say something.”
Watching a child, a toddler, disassociate after I grabbed his arm.
Watching his mother try to cover and say it was a seizure, because we were in the room with the abuser, and the last time they got a CPS call, he threatened them with a gun in their kitchen.
You’re right. Abuse is such a joke.