Funny Thing About Growing Up Is You Start To Realize The Current Vibe Of The Place That You Live Is Like

SID THE KID WHO WAS JUST BEING CREATIVE?????????

(study hall, hearing 9th graders discussing a project about provinces in Canada)

"What am I supposed to put on the slides? No one lives in New Brunswick. No one cares about New Brunswick. All I have is the bay of Fundy."

i forgot to say good morning

for my friend alice, her husband overdosed and they're at the ER. they're not christians and her husband is in critical condition. she's been through so much in only a few months, including losing her house, and she's terrified of losing her husband next

Praying for you

Hey.

My mom's really depressed. We found out today that our house does not qualify for insurance unless we jump through like 500 more hoops and pay thousands of dollars for a bunch of tree removal, and we're losing our insurance in March, so my mom's officially finally at the point of "Okay, we need to leave California."

We have hardly any money, we don't know if our house will sell if we put it up, and my mom and I sat in the living room just now at 4 in the morning to cry together about how we both think that we might lose everything we've worked for in this house. A nest egg, a promise of a future for our family, some form of hope.

And now we're barely scraping by.

My fundraiser to get out of California didn't make enough. Even with a few behind the scenes donations that were absolutely major, we still couldn't get out of here. We're on our last hope and prayer.

So, why'm I making this post?

Because I'd like you, if you can find it in your heart, and if you're a religious type, to pray for my mom and my family. We've spent years now trying to get out of California and we're right in the middle of putting in new floors which my mom is doing almost entirely by herself at age 74, and we've still got so much stuff packed into this house that we're gonna need to just pack up our car and go throw a ton of it in the junkyard just to get it out of our house.

We need help. Of course we need financial aid of some kind, my mom's retirement can only afford so much when our electric bill is $875 (California!), but this post isn't about that.

This post is about my mom needing a miracle, and I don't know how to give her one. I'm nowhere near having my game finished so I can't make money on video game sales.

So all I have is just this little bit of faith that maybe this post will find enough people who can pray for us that God will hear and will send my mom that miracle that makes her happy again.

Thank you for reading. Please reblog if you can't do anything else. Blaze the post. Something. I don't know.

My mom's been through so much pain in her life that I can't just let her be sad like this. I can't watch the state of California take not just her money but even her happiness from her and leave her stranded and alone.

Thank you again.

I love you.

use, and i cannot stress this enough, thriftbooks

This is more normal than the time I rode a pegasis through a void in my school and my friends all clapped and were standing on a spiderweb made of cereal and snow

Last night I had a dream I woke up to find that my house had been turned into a Smart House with every wall being a digital screen including the roof so I could see it even laying on bed and the Siri voice said “Don’t worry. You are perfectly safe in your Apple Smart Home™️” knowing I have a BIG phobia of intruders especially at night and it continued with “Let’s explore the neighborhood from the comfort of your home” so it opened google maps and accidentally zoomed past a shitty jpeg of the girl from The Ring standing outside my house and it said “ignore that”. woke up laughing

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Luigi is looking at a bush and Mario is cooking something. Toad says 'Well it's not like he forgot everything. Amnesia doesn't really work like that.'

(To peach and Mario) 'But what do I know? I'm just 2 toads in a lab coat. The toad on the bottom says 'Hello! You know... Smells are a powerful trigger for memories.' and then, on top of Mario cooking again, 'why not try a scent from your childhood?'

Luigi is looking at a bush again. Blurry, black-and-white Mario shouts 'Luigi! Dinner time!' and Luigi looks at a name tag that says 'My name is Luigi.'

Luigi goes inside and Mario sits him down in a chair in from of some spaghetti and meatballs. Luigi says 'This smells just like my Mama's!' Mario says 'I used ricetta della Mama!' Luigi asks 'How did you get my Mama... ma... ma... ma... ma... ma... ma...'

Luigi looks like he has a headache and a montage of past images goes by: Mario and Luigi getting carried by a stork, them in their animal costumes dancing together, Luigi holding a rope for Mario, and Mario and Luigi riding the same kart in mariokart, all with little yellow and green translucent toads and stars and green translucent eyes, nose, and mustache in the center.

A picture of little Mario and Luigi cheering as (probably) their mother takes the lid off some spaghetti.

Luigi yells 'Mario!' and Mario yells 'Luigi!' and they hug and cry.

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Halp is this how you do it

There's a thing about adolescence - you never realize how much it's figuring out who you are until you get there. Adults can tell you as many times as they want that your time as a teenager is going to shape your way of thinking and feeling, and who you are forever, but you never really get what they mean until you realize as a teenager that you can suddenly think about things so much more freely. You can consider things more than you ever realized before. You don't just believe what your parents say, you do research, look through the internet, talk to people, and formulate your own opinions. I did that with my religion. I talked to people, I did research, and I concluded that I agree with my parents. But I've also done research, talked to people, and come to the conclusion that the school system needs to change. That climate change is absolutely real. That we need to focus on different things in society. So, don't call me "just a kid." I'm not just a kid. No one is just anything. No kid, whether they've had this wild realization you're not, is just anything. I'm a teenager. I'm a girl. I'm a christian. I'm a brunette. But not just any of these things. I am these things, but none of them are all limitation. There are a little bit of who I am.