I was not fucking ready
made and posted these all over my school… my gender study’s teacher was really happy ⭐️⭐️⭐️
based off the post made by punkbeds and elaborated by skelebrina
This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.
Out of every pun and play on words I’ve seen on this site, this is the one that makes me so unreasonably angry.
Main Characters are important. I mean, your whole story kind of revolves around them. So having an in-depth, well thought out main character is important. Your job today is to get a solid grip on who your protagonist is as a person and their backstory.
Some people like to…
I’m so weak rn
what in gods name
I honestly think people forget that the church and state are supposed to be separate. Give me one non-religious reason against same sex marriage. One non-religious reason against stem cell research. One non-religious reason against safe abortions. Go ahead.
I’ve been saying this for YEARS.
respect but no fucking way
i think i broke my collarbone watching this
Definition of parkour is getting from one place to another in the fastest possible route.
Without breaking your legs/spine/skull.
Having your internals still in one piece by the end of it is an optional bonus.
If zombies ever attack just go to Costco… they have concrete walls… years of foods and supplies… and best of all the zombies can’t get in without a Costco membership card
you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
Hey friends, this is a symptom of anxiety.
You don’t fuck with the tray master
There’s something about the casual destructive power of immense, self-certain competence.