people be like “are you really going to miss out on a potential friendship just because someone doesnt share your views on feminism/racism/etc.” and i’m like “ya lol”
listen when guys layer shirts like this
that’s actually all it takes once that happens i don’t even need to hear him speak i don’t care what kind of music he likes or how he feels about obama or how many potential stds he has just give me that shirt on a guy and the next scene in our lives will be a wedding i am the definition of easy i just need some layered fabrics
I did this once and it was the only time a girl ever complimented me on my outfit
Femlock! I think Fem!sherlock came out a little too sexy, but Ben C does have a rocking bod so….I’ll blame it on him. Really I just wanted to draw girls, because our bodies are a lot more fun to draw, lets face it. :) It’s the last day of my vacation, so probably no more doodles for a while. Back to work!
taking the students’ dignity as a final screw you
I WANNA BE THE VERY BEST
THAT NO ONE EVER WAS
ALL THE PRETTY GIRLS ALL AROUND THE WORLD
ARE SO IN LOVE WITH JARED PADALECKI
[AGGRESSIVELY SINGS IN JAPANESE]
I wish one of my teacher’s did this.
WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE IDEA
MINE IS BEING CREATIVE
[AGGRESSIVELY SINGS FIVE SEPARATE PARTS OF ONE DAY MORE]
SIE SIND DAS ESSEN UND WIR SIND DIE JAEGER
PON PON WEI WEI WEI
WELCOME TO MY WOMB
I did something similar with my students and had them tell a joke or a riddle. I laughed so hard I almost choked.
Jesus Christ. I hope these are legit because some of these are raising FABULOUS questions.
you know, my mom told me that when i was little i used to tell her recurring tidbits of a linear series of events from “when i was older”
she mentioned me pointing an old man and getting really excited and saying “hey that man was my student when i used to teach piano!” in a situation, or saying “you know i like you more than my other mom, she was so mean” and my personal favourite is the one where i said “i used to have a gilrfriend once, you know, we were on my motorcyle and i lost control and fell off a cliff on the roadside, i really hope she’s okay”
Children are scary as fuck.
I need to stay away
Wasn’t there a post going around about how maybe the ‘Light at the end of the Tunnel’ that people go to when they die is the opening of the womb when we’re born? And we gradually forget our previous lives as we grow older? Because that post combined with this post scares the living crap outta me.
My mom says that before she realized she was pregnant with my brother, four year old me ran up excitedly going “Mommy I just saw God hiding over there! He said there’s a baby in you! I hope its a little sister!”
And a week later she found out she was three months pregnant.
A while later she says i sadly walked up and went “I wanted a baby sister, but its gonna be a baby brother.” And then wandered back to my toys.
My mom tells me once that when I was like 3, I don’t remember what she said I was responding to, but apparently I said
"Remember? Back when I was big and you was little."
Also, I apparently said a lot of creepy things, like knowing what my Grandpa always did in the car exactly without ever being in the car w/ him, that kind of thing.
Little kids are scary as fuck.
When my little sister was just a baby we would take her into her room to change her diaper. She would always stare into the corner of the ceiling across the room and even try to look around us while we changed her. Finally when she first started learning how to talk she was staring at the same spot and said in the most sympathetic voice, “why are you crying?”
To the empty corner of the room.
Apparently I used to ask the same thing to empty corners when I was little.
When my mother informed me she was pregnant with the triplets she didn’t know they were going to be triplets yet and I looked straight at her in the doctor’s office and said “No mommy, there’s going to be three, two boys and a girl and the girl is going to have blonde hair like me.” My mom asked me how I knew and I told her it was because I played ring around the rosie with them every Night. And the doctor said if I was right he’d take me to Vegas when I was 21. Lo and behold there’s some doctor out there that on a technicality owes me a trip to Vegas for guessing entirely correctly.