Sums it up, TBH
- fear of clowns
- fear of spiders
- fear of snakes
- fear of heights
- fear of roller coasters
- fear of blood
- fear of needles
- fear of hospitals
- fear of dogs
- fear of airplanes
- fear of thunder and lightening
- fear of deep water
- fear of social situations
- fear of rejection
- fear of germs
- fear of intimacy
- fear of death
- fear of public speaking
- fear of falling
- fear of driving
- fear of terrorist attacks
- fear of violence/crime
- fear of guns
- fear of cancer
- fear of commitment
THANK YOU. I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR ABOUT 5 YEARS
What am I going to do now?
You can die happily
I found the cheats and won that game years ago
Inspired by every student whose told they can’t be an artist because it doesn’t “make enough money”.
It’s a nice idea and all but no, no it is not this easy and this simple to just up and do what you enjoy doing and survive off it. Even the “making way more money doing what you hate” doesn’t actually make it all that easy to keep a roof over your head.
Unless you live with your parents that “warm home” is gonna be at least $700 a month counting minimal utility usage and food probably another 200 if you’re living off really unhealthy junk.
And if it was so easy to just go start a store or a business there wouldn’t be so many people struggling regardless of their SUPERB fucking talent and skill, namely most of the people I know on the internet.
This is a really sweet comic but a really well meaning person but it’s so unrealistic that it serves more as a painful reminder of reality’s harshness.
This whole ‘do what you want as if money was no object’ is such a privileged point of view. Sorry, but money IS an object.
And that’s also not counting people who literally cannot disobey their parents because they’re unemployed or trying to find work and their parents are the ones supplying their food and the roof over their head. And it’s also not counting college students and graduates who are drowning in relentless debt and facing complete destitution just to pay for their education since you need a fucking degree to get any sort of well-paying job nowadays.
Money may not buy YOUR definition of happiness but god damn, ninety-thousand dollars that I’ll probably never earn in my entire life falling into my lap would solve practically all of my problems and lift a whole ton of stress off my shoulders. Money fucking matters in this society. It really, REALLY fucking matters.
Jada Pinkett-Smith is aware of the critics that frown up their noses at the way she raises her daughter, Willow. Willow cuts, dyes and styles her hair as she pleases, a fact that bothers many who feel girls shouldn’t have that much control over their appearance at such a young age.
Jada decided to address the criticism in a Facebook post:
“A letter to a friend…This subject is old but I have never answered it in its entirety. And even with this post it will remain incomplete. The question why I would LET Willow cut her hair. First the LET must be challenged. This is a world where women, girls are constantly reminded that they don’t belong to themselves; that their bodies are not their own, nor their power or self determination. I made a promise to endow my little girl with the power to always know that her body, spirit and her mind are HER domain. Willow cut her hair because her beauty, her value, her worth is not measured by the length of her hair. It’s also a statement that claims that even little girls have the RIGHT to own themselves and should not be a slave to even their mother’s deepest insecurities, hopes and desires. Even little girls should not be a slave to the preconceived ideas of what a culture believes a little girl should be.”
I’m pretty sure I’ve reblogged this before but seriously this is something we should be teaching all our children. Their bodies are theirs, not ours as parents. As soon as you tell someone their body doesn’t belong to theirs you take away so much from them.
put a “<3” and i’ll tell you about someone i care about, without any names.
put a “</3” and i’ll tell you something that broke me.
put a “>:” and i’ll tell you something i dislike about myself.
put a “<:” and i’ll tell you something i like about myself.
Put a “>:c” and i’ll tell you something that pissed me off.
Put a “#” and i’ll tell you the last thing i lied about.
Put a “*” and i’ll tell you a secret