Oh! Ok! So I haven’t been on here in awhile. Jeeze.
Bill O’Reilly “Discusses” Lesbian Teens.
O’Reilly, I hope you choke sucking my dick.
Bill O’Reilly should fucking die.
I want to find him, and fucking shoot him.
it makes me sad:/
I think it’s funny how whenever someone has an opinion with no real facts backing it, they end up speaking loudly to talk over who they’re arguing with. The whole time he talked, I was just facepalming and rolling my eyes. Ignorant fucker.
What the fuck.
He’s a retard. I swear to god. He’s fucking retarded. I hope he’s fired for this.
His actions in this is inappropriate.
Bill O’Reilly, go stand in the middle of the street in Time’s Square. Please.
I respect Laura Berman so much for this. She’s amazing. Bill O’Reilly, however, is an ignorant asshole.
he is such a disgusting human being. if he can even be called a human being. 110% respect to Laura Berman.
He had no facts to back himself up. She did, being a medical doc and psychiatrist as he said. He brought in something that was completely irrelevant (experimenting w/ drugs). She kept it relevant and used African Americans as another example of a minority who had to endure this shit. He lost his cool and started yelling and interrupting. She stayed calm, friendly and mature and interrupted after he did it first and also to stop his ignorant rant. Bill=Dumbshit. Laura=Win.
I care so much for the people out there, the people i do not know, the people that mean the world because they are the world. I care for mother nature and all of her children, and father time, though he keeps on going, i care for every second i spend on this Earth. I grieve for those who do not…
I mean, it’s blunt, but seriously, he has a point. Read the letter and his response. I’ve always hatred the I-don’t-hate-gay-people-I-just-hate-homosexuality attitude this woman has.
Dan Savage is my spirit animal today. “No, wait. I’m not. Fuck your feelings.”
I’m fuckin’ sick of people complaining about how much work they have. Despite what you may think, you’re not the only one. Some of you complain about how other majors don’t have half as much work as you do.
For example, education majors seem to “have all the fun projects and you never see them get homework” and you joke about how you think you’ll switch to it if yours doesn’t work out. Newsflash, once you graduate you actually have to teach kids. Hell, even now you would have to, because you’d have field placement. I dare you to spend a significant amount of time planning a lesson so that it goes just right, being really proud of it, and then try to teach it, all the while the kids are screaming, crying, hitting, and running around so you get angry at them, knowing full well you’re really angry at yourself because you feel like a failure for not having your lesson go as you planned out. You tell them to stop hitting and running, and they mock you in your face. You try to teach them something, and they don’t know half the letters of the alphabet or any numbers past 15, but when you ask them nicely to do something they know enough to tell you to “fuck off”. You ask them if they know “Happy Birthday” and they start breaking out in unison to “Birthday Sex”. You try to take them ALL to the bathroom (because they aren’t allowed to leave the room to take a shit on their own) and they break out in several physical fights all the while having their pants around their ankles. It’s not for everyone, and I know you would fail and end up as one of those teachers that the students plot against.
You don’t know anything about the major and you’re not with me all day, so don’t assume that just because I am hanging out with you and not doing homework WHILE hanging out with you that I don’t have any. Don’t assume that you’re the only one with problems. Don’t assume you’re the only one having a hard time. You’re not special, and it’s not a competition so when others try to get a load off their backs by sharing what they have going on…don’t start bitching and telling them “that’s nothing, I have…” and that compared to yours their problems are insignificant. They didn’t ask about your problems, know why? They know because you never let them forget all that’s going on in your tragic life. Just because they don’t constantly
whine and bitch complain to the world doesn’t mean they aren’t going through shit. Shut the fuck up, and deal with what’s going on. Shut the fuck up, and deal with your major, because believe it or not you chose it. Shut the fuck up, or shit between us will be a fuckin’ mess because you know I would definitely tell ALL of this to your face.
Day 2 — Your Crush
I am severely independent and proud, so I would never admit to you or anyone that my stomach twists whenever I see you. I first saw you last year, but we didn’t start talking until this year. I don’t even think you knew my name or even recognized me until this year where I realized we had a few classes together. I liked that you sat next to me 4 times, even though our professor told us we need to sit next to someone different every class to get to know each other. I like that when you, me and another person were working together you looked at me when you were talking. I like that after we 3 split you immediately asked me to be your partner for our lesson plan. I like that you could admit 2 of your fears to me. I like that you asked for my number, and that I now have yours. I like that when you got hot, you asked me if I was too and then you fanned yourself by whipping your shirt up so I could see your stomach. I don’t like that I didn’t look just so that you wouldn’t suspect. I don’t like that I’m sure I’m not your type. I don’t like that you probably only sat next to me just because you probably weren’t comfortable sitting near the other 2 guys in our class who are either blatantly feminine or obnoxiously pompous and annoying. I don’t like that after this week is done our lesson plan will be over and we probably won’t work together again. I don’t like that you are the only one on campus I can see myself wanting to be with. I don’t like that I can’t tell you how I feel. I don’t like that if I told you, you’d probably stop talking to me. I don’t like that that will probably end up happening anyway as we go on throughout the year. I don’t like that we will probably go our separate ways, and you will forget about me again. I don’t like that I will keep feeling this way, and go back to feeling a little knot in my stomach just like I did last year whenever I saw you. I don’t like this.
Day 1 — Your Best Friend
You. What do I say to you? Where the fuck do I start? We met in 7th grade, started talking foreal in 8th, and I think started hanging out before 9th. It’s been 7 years, and in that short (yet long) amount of time we both came to know that we are kindred spirits. Well, if you believed in that sort of thing you would know :P You are always there when I need you. As little as I try to ask for your help, I know I always could and you’d do whatever you could, even if you knew it would only do a smidge to make the situation better. You were the first I trusted, and one of the only few I knew without I doubt I could. We are so far away from each other, but always text. Hell, I’m texting you right now. And as much as I love that I know I could tell you just about anything, I love that you can tell me anything even more. You text me, call me, skype me, and Facebook me when it comes to all your issues or just when you want to say something odd. I thank you for your trust and the fact that you never judge. Ever. You are truly a rescuer, always trying to reach out to others and rescue them. Even when I wish you would let them go and stick up for yourself instead. I am finally seeing a glimpse of myself in you ever since you finally did let go and show no mercy when it came to moving on from your former “best friendship”. As you’ve told me plenty of times, I’ve changed your life. But I don’t think I’ve told you enough how much you’ve changed mine. You were the open window to my new, happier, and TRUE self. The open window that I just needed to get the guts to climb through and finally jump out of- sure that first step was difficult and terrifying, but once you make the jump and land on the ground of the outside world, it’s worth it to escape the confinement that you once closed yourself off in. I’m so glad I found the one who will always be my passageway to the person I have finally accepted myself to be. I may be your “ROCK”, but you will always be my open window.
roblogged by xheatherlynnx3:
Our psychological state allows us to see only what we want/need/feel to see at a particular time.
what five words do you see?
i seeee.. naked rage kiss suicide passion
GabrielleAnna- i see dream, flesh, maniac, wisdom & risk. oh dear :L
ritchie: naked, crush, suicide, malice, scum
passion, secrets, hate, read, manic. omfg.
Leave, past, suicide, hate, flesh :/
These, rage, man, suicide, scum
HAHA I’VE SEEN SOME OF THIS. I think Katy Perry saw this too and said something about it.