i still can’t believe americans don’t call car parks
car parks wtf
is that where you bring your car on weekends so it can play with other cars
NO IT’S WHERE YOU PARK YOUR FUCKING CAR
Almost like an area of land, a lot if you will, for parking cars. A parking lot.
I keep imagining little Hondas on swing sets
THIS IS NOT OKAY.
this is not original, this is not funny. an INNOCENT PRE-TEEN GIRL accidentally sent a photo to a wrong number and is now being mocked and harassed by many tumblr users, because someone had the audacity to post her mobile number and ENCOURAGE OTHERS TO HARASS HER.
THIS IS NOT OKAY.
i texted the poor girl letting her know what’s going on. “oh my god thank you so much honestly it’s really freaking me out! i accidentally sent it to the wrong number and i’ve gotten weird texts from a lot of numbers”. and then, “i just want it taken down or something like it was a mistake and i’m getting upset about it”.
by sending anything to this SCARED, PRE-TEEN GIRL, you are frightening her. you are upsetting her. she did not deserve this shit, and i am completely and utterly disgusted in the people on this website who have taken part in this. the post is gaining notes at an extremely rapid pace, and this poor girl deserves none of this. THIS IS NOT FUNNY. THIS IS NOT A HARMLESS JOKE. YOU ARE FRIGHTENING HER. YOU ARE HARASSING HER.
please take time to email firstname.lastname@example.org, asking them to take the post down. give them the link to the original post and let them know that THIS IS NOT OKAY. the original link can be found here: (her number isn’t blurred here but for the love of god DO NOT SEND HER ANYTHING) http://spoopyscarytitans.tumblr.com/post/69332088172/so-this-random-girl-i-dont-know-sent-me-a-picture
reblog if you are your url
o shit they’re becoming self aware #plotholes
lauri u r so fucking important ok
people on tumblr who call me by my name are my favorites
cry at home, be a bad bitch at school
cockiness is so attractive to me in a way and it’s so irritating. like it’s annoying. and it annoys me. but the kind of expression and body language that comes with it. the self-satisfied attitude. the smug comments. the eye rolling. the smirking. “come and get me” hand gestures during a fight. eyebrow raising with an air of superiority. it’s just like. fuck you. i’m annoyed right now. i am so annoyed right now. but oh my fuck i am also so very, very attracted right now
This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.
We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present:
“Oh that is just cruel.”
"Why did you make him wear a dress?"
"Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?"
"He’s going to hate you when he grows up."
"No way I’d let my son dress like a girl."
The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.
When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.
Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.