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kiwiggle:

lumos5001:

scotsmcall:

zaynyboy:

ok but literally how

HE TURNED FOUR BIRDS INTO A PERSON THIS IS OBVIOUSLY A WIZARD WHO HAS ESCAPED HOGWARTS SOMEONE CALL THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC FUCK THIS (via fortheloveofotps)

????????? I am concerned where did the baby birdies go

do you kiss your mother with that mouth? what the hecks a cornholio anyhow?
Anonymous

Heck yea I kissed me mother with this mouth whatchu got

A Cornholio is a bigass nerd

*licks your face and runs*
Anonymous

Cornholio?

8, 11!
Anonymous

Thank you!!!! I love you so much omg you ROCK bro <3

8:Talk about the thing you are most proud of.

My friends! I am very proud of my friends; I have so many that mean so much to me and I love them all and am soooo proud of them for so much of what they do! They are very inspiring to me and I am just so happy over them and they have to be some of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met and gosh my friends just make me so excited and proud and they are so so amazing, they all have GORGEOUS personalities (and looks) and good intentions and I love that even those who are struggling still refuse to give up, they push on and try harder and it’s amazing and gosh I am just so proud of them!!!! 

11:Talk about the best dream you’ve ever had.

Hm. I generally only remember bad dreams…this is going to sound bad, but I’d have to say one where my friend got kidnapped-not because she got kidnapped, but because everything was so detailed. I’ll put it under the cut

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the-wolfbats:

Can we have another “Type the following words into your tags box, then post the first automatic tag that comes up.” post with the words

  • their 
  • okay
  • but
  • though
  • say
  • no
  • and
  • left
  • around
  • me

friends show their love — in times of trouble

he’s pretentious per author’s plan and he’s great okay

BUT i have two things I love on

although jussy dOES WANT SNAPCHATS

being tickled isn’t fun and you have to stop when i say so

!!!!!! woAH its another person

AND BOTH MY EYES AND HAIR ARE UGLY AS HECK

don’t wanna be left alone

ARE YOU ALLOWED TO SCREW AROUND THAT MUCH WITH STORIES

ME HERE I HAVE BEEN HERE SO MUCH I KNOW THIS PLACE HOLY SHIT!!

tags → #tag games #games 
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Anonymous

you are amazing thank you for sending an ask ily!!!!! <333

2:Talk about your first kiss.

Aw man aw man aw man anon you picked literally the one thing I can’t talk about omg!!! I’ve never had a first kiss gah oh no D: 

(wanna send me another number? ;D jk jkk ahahha)

Thanks for the ask though!!! I’m really appreciative of your sweetness and interest dear ^w^

Omfg "talk about" is a lot cuter than ask me

I know most people who follow me are only here for the art but if anyone's curious, here we go. o/
1: Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.
2: Talk about your first kiss.
3: Talk about the person you've had the most intense romantic feelings for.
4: Talk about the thing you regret most so far.
5: Talk about the best birthday you've had.
6: Talk about the worst birthday you've had.
7: Talk about your biggest insecurity.
8: Talk about the thing you are most proud of.
9: Talk about little things on your body that you like the most.
10: Talk about the biggest fight you've ever had.
11: Talk about the best dream you've ever had.
12: Talk about the worst dream you've ever had.
13: Talk about the first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time.
14: Talk about a vacation.
15: Talk about the time you were most content in life.
16: Talk about the best party you've ever been to.
17: Talk about someone you want to be friends with.
18: Talk about something that happened in elementary school.
19: Talk about something that happened in middle school.
20: Talk about something that happened in high school.
21: Talk about a time you had to turn someone down.
22: Talk about your worst fear.
23: Talk about a time someone turned you down.
24: Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.
25: Talk about an ex-best friend.
26: Talk about things you do when you're sick.
27: Talk about your favorite part of someone else's body.
28: Talk about your fetishes.
29: Talk about what turns you on.
30: Talk about what turns you off.
31: Talk about what you think death is like.
32: Talk about a place you remember from your childhood.
33: Talk about what you do when you are sad.
34: Talk about the worst physical pain you've endured.
35: Talk about things you wish you could stop doing.
36: Talk about your guilty pleasures.
37: Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.
38: Talk about songs that remind you of certain people.
39: Talk about things you wish you'd known earlier.
40: Talk about the end of something in your life.
tags → #ask? #PLS 

This is a tale of forgiveness. This is the story of a girl with an “authority problem,” c-range student who could have been a 4.0 if she had just tried hard enough, darkness boiling under her skin to such a degree that “personal journal” assignments always ended in the teacher asking her questions like “are you okay” but never with a real degree of concern, just professional double-checking as if reminding her that her left shoe was untied instead of saying “it looks like you are unraveling.” This is the story of being under the radar in every year of school because no matter how good she got, she was never the best, and no matter how bad her nights were, in the daytime there were still students with more shock, more awe, more danger signs pointing towards their temples. This is a small girl being constantly overlooked, this is having exactly eighty-four detentions by the end of her sophomore year for truancy alone because class for her was an uphill battle that tasted like sulfur and missed homework, this is a help-wanted sign pasted across her report card with every single “unexcused absence” she spent hiding in the library, trying to convince herself that next time, she’d show up - this is being too smart to ever fail a class no matter how much she didn’t come, this is being too stupid to ever bother catching up. This is hating every single moment she spent within those walls, hating the sound of chalk and projectors and markers and pens on paper. This is a girl who in seventh grade and a serious Catholic asked her God to take her math teacher’s life just so she wouldn’t have to face the overwhelming reality of class the next day, this is not being ambitious enough for the gifted track but too smart for the slow one, this is the story of being perfectly mediocre and because of that, always being looked over. This girl is me, twenty, and going back into the jaws of the lion.

I’m going to be a teacher.

I will never make a child feel like I did. I will never be the cause of burn scars on brainstems, I will never make a child think they’re stupid or they’re not capable of learning. I will never make them feel unheard, unwanted, unwelcome. I will see their warning signs and refuse to let them brush off my questions. It takes one bad teacher to poison a subject for a student, and I’m going to do my best to reverse every pain they’ve felt. It will not be about lectures or tests or the state standard. It will be about them, about their education, about their future. They will be important to me in the way I never was to anyone else. They will never feel left out. My class will never come before their mental health. They will be safe as soon as they enter my room. This is not a jail cell, it’s a hotel, a haven, a place they can finally leave their home life behind and relax for an instant.

There will be no under-the-radar children. So long as I live, I will fight to the death to be sure that what happened to me never does to my kids. I hate school, I hate this system. I hate the idea that not flunking is doing well enough. I hate the idea that being smart is rewarded with more work. I hate so much about the politics and the standardization of education that even my poetry isn’t enough to contain it.

I’m going to teach these kids to fall in love with learning again. It’s not about memorization. It’s about discovery, and it’s about time we started teaching like we have passion instead of adding more poison, started treating it like a war instead of a profession. These kids are going through hell, so let’s give them something to fight with.

There need to be more good teachers.”/// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

hokuto-ju-no-ken:

miidoriilol:

grandmasterbooty:

mooxy0u:

milkanclcookies:

this makes me so happy

HAS IT REALLY BEEN THAT LONG

numa numa era classic

lmao the kid in red cant even keep up with how nerdy he was as a child. dude in black is on point tho.

well holy shit

(Source: snailfairy)