Firefox Just Started Doing This Too So Remember Kids If You Want To Stream Things Like Netflix Or Hulu

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If I ever see any of you in public, the code is horrifying weapon attack

sorry if i’m being a party pooper but because rabies is apparently the new joke on here ??? please remember that rabies has an almost 100% fatality rate after symptoms develop so if you’re bitten or scratched by an animal that you aren’t 100% sure is vaccinated then GO TO A DOCTOR. it’s not a joke. really. 

I saw an opportunity and I took it

I'm glad that people are still having fun on tumblr even after we found out about the frightening ghoul that reblogs posts but doesn't say anything

Hey i’m a fashion design student so i have tons and tons of pdfs and docs with basic sewing techniques, pattern how-tos, and resources for fabric and trims. I’ve compiled it all into a shareable folder for anyone who wants to look into sewing and making their own clothing. I’ll be adding to this folder whenever i come across new resources

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/16uhmMb8kE4P_vOSycr6XSa9zpmDijZSd?usp=sharing

Exactly.

This nowadays it’s just “normal kid behaviour”, but every single time that I get a video of “did anyone else do this when they were a kid?” (putting a hair clip in the lips; imagine someone running outside jumping over cars and buildings during car rides; “potion making”... and most of the things I did as a kid) I get excited and emotional. Then I read the comments and I see so many people agreeing about doing that... I... I just want to time travel and show it to my 5... 4... definitely probably even younger self (I don't quite remember when all the mocking started, when I was singled out as a target to it all) tell her she is normal (probably some of my classmates also did it, but since I did it first never told nobody and made fun of me with the others), that it’s okay, she’s not alone and shouldn’t be afraid of showing the world who she is.

Maybe even manage to stop her from snuffing the fire in her soul; from changing completely who she is to fit with the others; to help her, convince her to keep shinning.

Because I’m trying to bring it back but I know I'm horribly failing.

I know I can’t bring back that fire because I don’t remember its warmth.

I know I’m still not my old self because my mother keeps telling me that “You used to laugh a lot more when you were younger, what happened?”, “You were never shy when talking to others, why do you keep hiding when I introduce you?”, “You used to be more extroverted”, “You used to love to wear your hair on a pony tail/bun and it looks pretty on you, why are you so against it?”(better not bring attention to myself by laughing because they will stop and they might stop talking about/showing appreciation to it if they see I like it; people can’t be trusted unless they show otherwise; if I’m quiet I won’t bother no one; my classmates don’t like them, better not wear them) , and over years of telling her that's how I am now, it only slips up every now and then, usually when we are looking through a photo album, but I know she misses that little me, if her comments are something to go by, about how we should have moved somewhere else, about “this stupid blasted town”, about some prank or game or anything my younger self used to do.

I know I’m stopping myself from shinning because it was the best way to blend in so it couldn't be used against me, so they wouldn’t laugh at me and mock me; and old and lifelong habits die hard.

So if after my mother went to complain multiple times to the teachers about what was going on without any result; after a couple talks that policemen came to give about bulling with me looking at them hoping they would see in my eyes my fear, my cry for help, my trying to tell them without words “that’s happening right here, I might be the next local kid you speak about in one of this talks” because I was afraid of what would happen if I said it out loud or went to speak with them afterwards (there was never the chance to do so, there usually wasn’t a break afterwards); after trying and failing to completely fit in and befriend my classmates (I stopped calling them “friends” when i was around 6); if after everything failed I decided to embrace the “weird tag” (albeit shyly at first, more strongly after I finally moved schools when I was 11 and made some friends who wore it proudly) and it has become a part of me I embraced and that I refuse to let go.

Because at the end it brought good memories.

So, mx “supreme authority” over what is weird or not, maybe some are clout chasing, but saying that because most everyone did this: (“I pretended to be [animal] with my friends” “I ran on all fours” “I ate [non-edible substance]” “I collected [substance readily available outdoors]” “I thought I had [superpower]” “I had tea parties with [entity incapable of drinking tea]” “I pretended to be [creature that I am not]” “I made ‘potions’ out of [substance that can be readily found outdoors]”) it doesn’t mean they can’t be/consider themselves weird.

Compare weirdness if it pleases you, but who gave you the authority to determine who and what is or isn’t weird.

you cannot all have been weird little girls btw. I know some of you were mostly normal and are just clout chasing

suck, and i cannot stress this enough, my cock to the fucking base

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

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