what is love if not seeing someone on a screen, immediately screaming, physically destroying said screen, then running through a wall and into the countryside, crying?
listen.. ive been praying to framed pic of keanu on my wall before the exams and so far ive passed them all.. thank u keanu reeves
ive just aced the most difficult oral exam in my life and got the highest grade…. magic
this is the good grades keanu…… reblog for passing all exams and prosperity
I added a clover I got from @adadoesstuffandsoitgoes and Ive passed my semester today!!! I smooch or talk to this picture before every exam. It motivates me. Thank you Keanu
I was looking at the IMDb page for Trolls 2 and I am fucking howling over the pictures they chose to use for the boys
y’all I’m crying. Travis is visible in every picture except his own. Each one is a progressively shittier screenshot from the show. Griffin isn’t even in his
IMDb what the fuck
For an imdb profile, it’s paid for/updated by the manager or person themselves its of, which means they chose these pictures.
some of y’all are genuinely against bettering yourself and that is legitimately disturbing.
like anyone suggests literally anything that could even slightly improve y’alls lives and you find some way to make it “problematic” to avoid exerting any effort on your own part. it would be funny if it wasn’t so sad.
A guy just came to my house while I was home alone to ask if I was single why are men like this
Okay y’know what I’m gonna soapbox for a hot minute
When I was in high school, a man who I’d thought was the parent of a school friend followed me out to the grocery store parking lot greenhouse where I worked. It was dark, and late, and it was me, alone, in a chain link enclosure with one exit and a register full of cash. He called me up to the fence and asked if I wanted to get dinner, or go dancing. I was scared and shaking and told him no several times, and he only left when I falsely said I had a boyfriend. I was very aware that if he were to come over the fence, or just wait at the exit until I eventually had to leave, I could do nothing about it.
When my hair was very short, a hairdresser sent me to the barber’s side of the store so they could get the back of my head with clippers. The barber followed me out to my car to ask me out afterwards. I was very aware that we were the only people in the parking lot when it happened, and that the lot itself was tucked behind the building with no clear visibility to the road.
Today, a man I’ve met once made it very clear he knows where I live, and used that knowledge to express a romantic interest. If he ever decides that he’s unhappy with how I responded, he knows where I live. He knows what my car looks like. It is impossibly easy for him to determine when I’m home alone, and now I have to live with that knowledge.
Every woman I know has at least one story like this. My roommate had to be escorted to her car every night when she was a waitress, in case some man was waiting for her or a coworker’s shift to end.
If the person you want to ask out cannot physically run away from you when you are asking, YOU CANNOT ASK THEM OUT. You cannot ask someone out if they are at work. You cannot ask someone out if you’ve followed them to a remote/unoccupied/enclosed area. You cannot GO TO SOMEONE’S HOME UNINVITED to ask them out. You are not being romantic. You are not “taking initiative”. You are terrifying the person you want to woo. If they say yes, it is not because they want to, it is because they are terrified of what might happen if they say no.
I’m so tired of being terrified by men who think they’re being romantic.
Having a halfway decent relationship with your abusive parent during adulthood is so weird. Its like, “oh mom, you’re so funny and cute! You violated me and made my childhood a living nightmare, causing trauma that I will never recover from, but nowadays you’re just a barrel of laughs!”
Like, its so great bc as parent and child you share a lot of mannerisms and personality traits, you’ve got a lot of in jokes, you just also have the heart wrenching awareness that this person will never, ever apologize for how they have victimized you, or even just admit to it