three years ago i thought i was straight and was dating a brony and now it’s my first pride with a girlfriend, and she grows herbs in her windowsill and wears pretty dresses and makes me breakfast burritos like………..it really DOES get better, kids
you say that but your url is what it is so can i really trust anything you say
listen bitch i made it in high school and now i have a brand to keep im not proud of it either
“He always wanted a daughter. He tells me that all the time. My friends think I’m so lucky because a lot of their dads aren’t affectionate. Some have even been forced to stop studying and get married. But my father wants me to be successful. He wants me to live abroad. More than anything, he’s a friend. There was a time in high school when I was extremely depressed. Mostly just teenage things. I felt ugly. I didn’t have confidence. But it got so bad that I started having scary thoughts. And I didn’t want to tell anyone, especially my parents. I was afraid I’d get locked away in the house. But one night we were sitting in my bedroom, and I finally let him know. His reaction wasn’t what I expected. He didn’t panic or scream. He was calm. He just kept holding me and saying: ‘We’ll get through this together.’” (Alexandria, Egypt)
Please let me add my wonderful addition of black Cowboy Bebop characters this tweet forgot. I couldn’t find images for black background characters because they didn’t involve in helping the plot but they’re there!
I’d also like to add Afro Samurai by Takashi Okazaki
This made me smile. I think we sometimes need reminding that there are still some genuinely good people out there.
a model
if i did this for the holidays would yall call me corny and wack for copying or…?
@crissle it won’t matter what other people are calling you when you are literally changing/saving people’s lives – their appreciation will drown out all the noise from the haters! I am all for it! Xoxo- jasika
Did I ever mention the time that I found out my lecturer was the ghost in one of my classmate’s home town?
Righto. So a couple years ago I took a Myths and Legends class for uni. The lecturer was this really incredible guy. Loved history. Dressed, everyday, to the nines. Top hat, waistcoat, leather shoes etc. In one of the introductory classes he had us share stories we had heard, local myths and legends from the towns we grew up in. I was studying in Ballarat, an Australian town with a rich ghost history and so it made sense that a lot of people had answers. This one girl, however, grew up in a small rural town a couple hours away and talked about the ghost she knew of from when she was in high school. Every night, at the same time of night (about 3am), people recounted seeing a Victorian man walk across the golf field. This one was particularly interesting because she had seen herself. That is, where other people had just heard these stories, she knew that what had been talked about was real.
This was when he turned red. It had turned out that when he was studying for his undergrad he was living in this particular town. Not many people knew him because he didn’t grow up there. He would spend countless nights up late working and so to wind would go on long late night walks. At 3am, every night. In the full garb he wore everyday.
It had turned out that him being the stand out that he was, had birthed a legend. He had known about it but never did he think it would catch up with him.
Sunshine and Shit Jokes 