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gutsygumshoe:

one time some guy asked for my number and he was really nice but i’m in a relationship so i just said so and he was like “no worries, take it as flattery then”

THAT’S how you handle rejection, not by stabbing a girl in the fucking neck

Two weeks ago, our class of ChE students went to Tagaytay, as a last trip to a 3-day seminar.

I had this classmate who was accompanied by her mother. The mother was my seatmate in the bus; her daughter was with a friend. Suffice to say, I don’t like what I saw in her way of parenting. I did a very good job of hiding that dislike.

Sometimes, it’s okay to accompany your 17-year-old child to an out-of-town trip sponsored by the school. Tagaytay IS quite far from Manila. But what’s not okay is the reason, and other reasons that went with it, on why you went with your almost-grown-up kid.

The mother said that the daughter’s father wouldn’t let her join the trip unless she was there with her. She added that they couldn’t trust her, 1) because she was dependent on them, and 2) because my classmate easily gives in to peers. The mother also told me that they kept on treatimg her like a kid (because my friend was dependent on them); that she fetches her from school, that she takes care of her in the boarding house that they occupy, and so on.

Normally, I am not judgmental on people I’ve only met. But the mother said something that really irked me.

(Not verbatim, after hearing me tell of my life in the dormitory) “Oh, so you’re independent.” (She smiles, ane then turns to face her daughter) “Look at her, __________, she’s independent from her parents.”

In a way, I understand that they’re just looking after her well-being, but come on! Your daughter’s close to 18. She’s growing up! How could you expect her to take care of herself on reaching adulthood when, even now, you couldn’t trust her enough to make her own decisions?

okagami:

marypsue:

Kill the idea that naivety is an unforgivable flaw but cynicism is just wisdom, murder it, chop it up and serve it for dinner, I don’t care, just end this bullshit idea that it’s better to hate than to love and better to rot in miserable bitter resignation than to hope for the best.

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raider-nails:

penofham:

penofham:

Anyone who reblogs this with a load of text trying to justify their shitty actions is only further proving my point, so I dare you.

I fixed a painfully obvious spelling mistake. Please reblog this version.

I could not agree more

deaneggsandsam:

when u sneeze in front of your pet and they look like you’ve just offended their great ancestors

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We tend to think animals are lower than us, but all the scientists in the world couldn’t design and operate a bumblebee’s wing. We can’t jump or run very fast, and we can’t carry vast weights like an ant can. We can’t see in the dark and we can’t fly except crammed in a noisy tube like sardines, which doesn’t count. Humans compared to animals are almost totally deaf, and we can’t smell a fart in an elevator by their standards. We are finite and separate, and neurotic, while the consciousness of an animal is at peace and eternal. We strive and go crazy to become more important. Animals rest and sleep and enjoy the company of each other. We think we have evolved upwards from animals but we have lost almost all of their qualities and abilities. The idea that animals don’t have consciousness or that they don’t have a soul is rather crass. It shows a lack of consciousness. They talk, they have families, they feel things, they act individually or together to solve problems, they often care of their young as a tribal unit. They play, they travel, and medicate themselves when they get sick. They cry when others in the herd die, they know about us humans. Of course they have a soul, a very pristine one. We humans are only now attempting with the recent rise in consciousness to achieve the soul that animals have naturally.

- Stuart Wilde    (via seulray) -

megamindyelling:

musica-mundana:

sit-back-relax-relapse:

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT KIND OF MUSICAL NOTATION THIS IS

That’s a shark

LOOKS LIKE TWO FERMATAS A HALF REST A DECRESCENDO THREE TIES TWO CRESCENDOS AN ACCENT MARK A BENT GLISSANDO AND A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE

relahvant:

this guy in front of me on the train was talking to his girlfriend on the phone and when he hung up I saw the contact was called “happiness” if that’s not cute idk what is

Interviewer: Of course, Graham Chapman passed away in 1989. He would have love this…

bramblepatch:

justjasper:

there had to be slytherin students who didn’t go with the rest of the house and fought in the battle for hogwarts

kids who took off their ties so nobody could clock them, who blended in with the forces

kids who kept their ties on and realised it would be a lonely fight

kids who watched as the other houses recognised them, and stood in silent solidarity with them,

kids who hated slytherin house, but knew anyone who stayed was their ally

a group of school children are not a lost cause, are not rotten to the core, even if they’ve been raised on some poisonous shit. it’s a shame they were treated like they were irredeemable by the canon narrative

And then there also had to be the ones who evacuated with the younger students, looking over their shoulders in case of pursuit, wands in hand and hexes on their tongues.

Who counted heads and made sure, with the memory for faces and names that makes for a budding politician, that the youngest students were there - not only their own house, but the preteens in yellow and blue and red, too.

Who saw a third year about to sneak off to join the battle and stunned him and carried him out to safety, lying through their teeth - he fell and hit his head in the rush, someone make sure he’s ok - because tonight of all nights no one is going to buy that that attack was for the boy’s own good.

Who, when confronted with a girl in a red and gold scarf who is four months short of her seventeenth birthday and full of fire and steel, demanding why they’re here, why they’re hiding like cowards, why they aren’t fighting, could look down their nose at the bloodthirsty little fool and inform her that people will die tonight, good brave, loyal, intelligent people, but people will live tonight, too. And some of those people will be the generation of young students smuggled out of the castle, who we have seen get away safe, no thanks to your lust for battle. And some of those will be the veterans who limp away as the dust clears, and they will need succor - can you brew a bone knitting potion with the contents of your school bag over a tea light? Because I can. And the world will continue to turn and no matter how important the battle that is raging, the wizarding world is bigger than one castle and wizarding society is more than one institution.

Because cunning is not cowardice, and ambition is not a sin, and some day someone in this milling crowd of scared children will sit on the Wizengamot and someone will invent a startlingly effective magical treatment for a common illness and someone will create renowned works of art and it will, in part, be because I helped make sure they were safely clear of Hogwarts before the castle started falling down around our ears.