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sneepy day

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I think the hardest part about addressing child abuse is getting people to acknowledge, not just intellectually but actually responding accordingly, is that the biggest threat to children, the biggest risk of abuse, is family and parents.

it is of course most often parents who are crowing about needing to protect children (often against far smaller threats than family), and pointing out that they are, statistically, the biggest threat to their kids is not gonna be received well.

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Gotta be honest, I think bidoof's law is extremely stupid

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I’ll bring you pain. I’ll bring you horror. So that you may rise above it and be worthy of God’s love.

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Sorry, your game looks cool, but the promotional material used the words "wholesome" and "cozy" so I gotta stick by my principals.

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i have so much hair;;

tagged by @songjjong omg i only just saw it now sorry!!

tagging @ominousmasturbating, @lay-mo and @adventuroustitans show me your selfies i don’t see enough of your faces….. at all..

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I can't stress how much seeing a random woman in Wellington, dressed in full goth attire (literally imagine the most 90's cartoon goth you can), six inch platforms and all, changed my life.

I genuinely thought no one really dressed and lived like that. No one made a serious fashion choice or invented some kind of persona, we were all just doomed to wear whatever shit our awkward bodies.

I realised it was bullshit then, that you could choose to be someone.

And now I'm a weird trans girl who help write stories about fucking bio-robots!

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To the Goth Girl I saw, Age 15

In all my days I had considered you a myth That each of us was shackled to mundanity And an eternity of monocolour t-shirts, size large

Your chrome spikes shattered that notion And in your coiling belts, your straps, your leather I saw a another path

Striding six inches above the pavement you carved A wake through crowds Hushed susurrus the only sign of your passing

In every indignant mother's glare, in every child's gawp I catch that cocky smirk on your lips The glint behind your glasses

And I know who I need to become.

good morning. lets go over your assignments for the day:

for all boys/men/mascs: today you're going to draw the first pet you ever had in mspaint (or any other simple art program available.)

for all girls/women/femmes: today you're going to write a poem for a stranger you remember from your real life that stuck in your mind, despite your very brief window of knowing them.

for all nonbinary/androgynous people: break day, so you get silent reading time in the bean bag chairs.

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first thing I see waking up in the morning, I thought I was hallucinating or misreading this or still asleep for a full minute

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Y'all are amazing. Reblog to hug the person you’re reblogging from.

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Tumblr should tell you how many times you’ve been blocked but not who’s blocked you. Let me see how many enemies I have made.

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bro is preaching to the toaster

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everyone always sayin to me "not to be weird" you have to be weird. you have to be weird for your health