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hollywood men are like “it’s my capitalist-given right to date women young enough to be my daughter”

Bit of a rant but high school be like

Me in 7th grade: oh God, my first F?!? Oh no what am I gonna do??? I usually just have A's and B's, but an F?? I'm gonna die

Me now, as a junior: wow, my GPA's at 2.6? That's pretty good! I'm still gonna have to retake English next year, but at least my grades are looking better!

guys I was born in the 00′s but like i feel so utterly attacked

Time for Childhood for you 90s/Early 2000s kids

Sorry but I'm gonna rant about school.

One of the things I hate about my high school is how the teachers treat classes. Not the teachers themselves, they're fine. It's just that the teachers treat their class like it's the only thing you do the entire day. Which makes sense, because it's what they do all day. Of course.

What I mean is that sometimes teachers will give you a bunch of homework, and if that class was the only thing you did, it'd be just fine. But when you have 7 or 8 classes that all give you homework-you-could-do-if-that-class-was-all-you-did, then it really starts getting troublesome and messing with your mental health. And then when you add after-school clubs that depend on you, your basically screwed. It's like yeah I could read an entire book and slowly annotate it, I just don't have the time.

And then when the teachers see that you aren't turning things in (cause they're not done because you're so busy you have to pick and choose), they think you're not trying. I have a couple teachers that tell me very often "you're just not trying hard enough, study more" and I'm like Dude I'm trying so hard it hurts you just can't see because I had to pick math over history and take another F.

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If my cat were here, I'd ask him what a landmark is.

i don’t know why anyone has to feel insecure about their bodies, when objectively, humans are all freakish horrors. Every last one of us. Hairless, fleshy, gangly beasts walking upright straight as a tree with bony tentacles on the ends of our limbs. 

you have a hole in your face full of sharp bones and you’re worried that your belly is a little squishy 

Self care is drinking pickle juice in a wine glass and feeling elegant as you watch YouTube instead of doing homework

Every time you smell a flower, you're smelling it's cooch

If i do, please know that i died with honor and glory, and that I will arrive in Hell shortly.

Remember not to look directly at the Super Wolf Blood Moon Eclipse tonight!