cumragdoll:

all the above.

literaryghoul:

unless your teachers are abusive assholes there is no fucking reason to disrespect them

they are literally trying their hardest to get you an education

teachers have every right to complain about rude students or the amount of papers they have to grade because their salary is low as shit

oh wow, your math teacher yelled at you because you were ignoring the lesson and talking to your friend

i wonder why

jesus christ teachers have it hard enough dont be an asshole

(Source: chatotai, via anationalphenomenon)

when ur mom comes home early and u gotta change back from ur shark form QUICK

grawly:

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WHEN PEOPLE THINK BEING RUDE TO TEACHERS OR PROFESSORS IS FUNNY 

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d0nn0:

*drug user*

it’s a methaphor

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sarcastic-little-girl:

babyferaligator:

WHY IS WALKING PAST STRANGERS SO STRESSFUL

ESPECIALLY THE HOT ONES

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I have become a machine. Working on the clock constantly. If something is not a part of my plan, I am not a part of it. I have a strict time for when and where I am supposed to be day by day. I have times to update my system, reboot, shut down, get rid of viruses, and to charge. If anything happens that’s not on my timed schedule I glitch, and gain viruses that will take me long to get rid of. I feel like I’m no longer an individual, a human. I’m always feening for control. I never used to be like this, and when I try to figure out when I started to be there’s a firewall. The other day I left a concert, because the crowed was not filled with individual people. We acted as one. But the things is, I had no control of where I moved. My whole entire body was being smashed my other people that I had no idea of who the hell they are. If the crowed wanted to jump, I did too. If they wanted to go left, right or foreword, I did too. It wasn’t in my control, so I panicked and left… Left my favorite band because of this newfound fear. It was pathetic. If that were I two years a go, I’d get lost in that crowed, leave my friends and make new ones. But now I can’t. That’s one thing that I live with now that I’m this shiny brand new machine. Lets not for get claustrophobia, OCD, HVS, hypochondria. I want to be able to loose my self again, and enjoy things that aren’t part of my big plan.. Which is still unknown. I am terrified.

yungneako:

FIJI BOYZ
saraleelee:

#Neurolove
wassupcuz:

lmmfao

silenthill:

*puts my bro’s dick in my hand*

see, its a metaphor. it’s only gay if i jack it

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