I Just Need To Not Fail Senior Year ... And Maybe Get A Decent Job That Doesn't Have Make Me Want To

i just need to not fail senior year ... and maybe get a decent job that doesn't have make me want to sob for three hours because I stuttered trying to talk to a customer :((

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

..... I've been arrested for putting pants on him. sorry !

I got beaten up for this actually /j

(I should not be trusted with any software / app that has editing capabilities)

Found this on Twitter, so I thought, why not posting it here and doing a tag game 😊

Ok, I’ll go first

If he is the reason, I’d go to prison gladly 🥰❤️‍🔥

Tagging: @killerqueen-ofwillowgreen @nic-214 @milkyway-ashes @dr-radiation @whitequeen-ofwillowgreen @sunsetdaydreamer @therockywhorerpictureshow @delicatelyfantasticninja and everyone 😊

Sorry if I forgot to tag some of you!

inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

Playing God As a Child

I played God as a child.

At first, it was with the ridged bodies of earth worms, wriggling in the sun-kissed dirt as I clasped my pale fingers around their translucent bodies.

I had heard from my father, that worms had five hearts. I thought then, that they could be split into five separate beings, each with their own heart. I did not understand the worm needed all five. 

Does God not understand what we need the same way I didn’t?

Is that then, why he grew easily frustrated, ruining his projects with floods and plagues?

I would learn about him in Sunday school, I was taught that he loved all the children on earth, but then taught he often killed them as examples.

When I learned of the first born sons in Egypt, I remember wanting to cry. Were they not children too? Were they not some mother’s pride and joy. He took one of her hearts, and did not understand she needed them all. It was unfair, in my opinion, they were boys. I wondered if they had games they liked to play, I wondered if they had foods they loved and hated, were they night or day people? Who was their best friend? Who was their favourite person? What did they do all day? Did they like their jobs? Did they like their school? Weren't they kids too?

why be a "fiCtiVe hEAvY sYsTem" when you could be "world's stupidest crossover episode that nobody asked for"

🌻 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🌻(no pressure!!)

This sounds fun!!! Mkmk

Introject heavy traumagenic osdd 1-b system !!

We're autistic

Anddd soon we will hopefully be majoring in the arts :DD