I do not give a FUCK about this terrorist’s home situation, perfect attendance at school, degrees, pet dog, community service, blood donations, the bike he gave a homeless kid when he was 10, his senior portrait, the school play he was in, the clubs he was involved in at college, the positive accounts of those close to him, what his hobbies included, or anything else YALL will use to decriminalize this terrorist’s actions in the eyes of the public. He’s a fucking murderer of 9 people who left 1 alive to tell the tale, he doesn’t get to have his positive background exploited. He has no positives. He has no “redeeming qualities”. You better not say a motherfucking thing about it.
this is a reminder to all girls who like girls that your attraction isn’t creepy or bad. you’re not betraying a friend or being “pervy” if you’re attracted to her. you’re not objectifying girls by being attracted to them. you’re fine
Boys who like girls need to be told this too. Hell, girls who are liked by boys need to hear this about those boys as well.
You need to be fed to wolves. Wolves need to be informed of your location
Clearly I am really slow on the uptake, because I just realized if you look at the buttons on Honey Lemon’s purse:
Those are the abbreviations for elements on the periodic table. Honey doesn’t just go into battle, push a button, and have it spit out a pre-made chemical ball.
She literally encounters an obstacle, comes up with a solution in her head, and types up a formula for it on the fly.
i feel like, caitlyn jenner shines a spotlight on identity and rachel dolezal prompty shows up to act as a gateway for people to turn it into a fucking joke
when i was in elementary school i was told by my teacher to stop using exclamation marks for every sentence and that they should only be used for exciting things and i remember feeling confused because i thought everything was exciting
story time my dad always made dinner when i was little so i spent the first ~4 years of my life eating mexican food everyday and the first time i went over to one of my white friends houses they gave us pb&j sandwiches and i was like “haha what about dinner” and the mom was like “that is dinner sweetie!” and i was like “i have to go home now”
when i got home my parents were like “i thought u were staying for dinner” and i told them what happened and my mom was shocked and was like “DELANEY that is RUDE” but my dad laughed for like half an hour
