what if instead of medical marijuana they had medical marinara wHOA
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yooo man I’m not trying to impress you or anything but I dabbled in html back in my myspace days and I still remember a bit of it
uoa:
do you guys realize we can change our lives any time we want like you can just go ahead and delete ur blog, stop eating meat, shave or head, start running, tell that person you hate why you hate them so much, confess your love to someone and kiss them unexpectedly like why don’t we do that
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im still crying at if you say jesus backwards it sounds like sausage.
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Now what do we do?
I mean really? We’ve lived through this tragedy and this crippling fear today, and now what? Do we ignore the fact that 12 weeks ago children were killed at Newtown? Do we ignore the fact that 16 weeks before that movie-goers were killed at Aurora? Do we ignore the fact that these events are growing closer and closer together? Or do we recognize them as individual pieces of a wholly destructive puzzle? Do we recognize that there’s a deeper problem here that we need to address? Do we recognize that the solution doesn’t lie in the hands of the government, or the parents, or the peers, or the teachers, or the law makers, but in our own hands? Because they are all of us and we are all of them. We are the government that’s too confused to act, the parent that’s too late to make a change, the peer that’s too self-unsure to witness the pain in somebody potentially dangerous, the teacher that’s too caught up in the curriculum to notice a child’s anger, and the law maker that’s too afraid of change to alter the paradigm. They are all the people and we are all the people. Do we acknowledge this? Do we respect it, and let it change us? Or do we decide that we’re too afraid of change, too caught up, too self-unsure, too late, or too confused? Do we decide to go back to our own self-obsessed lives and wait for the next disaster to strike? Do we continue to argue with the ones we love about petty things that we don’t care about? Do we continue to absolve ourselves of all responsibility? Do we continue to pretend we don’t notice when a person is hurting because we’re too afraid to confront them and by extension confront ourselves? Do we have a choice?
i was cutting up onions whilst on the phone to university and the person i was talking to was like “are you okay, you sound upset” because i was crying and i accidentally just said “olives” instead of onions and now they just think i’m like really passionate and emotional about olives or something
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My dog understands the word “No,” so how are you going to tell me teenage boys don’t know the difference between rape and consent?
THIS THIS THIS!
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