you know tumblrs not an a+ community when you hesitate to post your own opinions on your own personal blog
maybe if ur hesitating to post things because you don’t want people to get mad at your opinions, you have shitty opinions and u know it
that is literally an example of op’s point
i remember when i was little, i stayed in the bath tub way too long because i wasn’t feeling good, so i fell asleep in the tub (with the water off of course) and when i woke up, i looked at my hands i saw that they were all wrinkled and stuff and i started flippin out because i thought i slept for 60 years
first of all how dare you
THE BEAST DEMANDS SACRIFICE
THE FIRST TIME I GOT HIGH I GOT REALLY INSPIRED AND I WROTE DOWN A BEAUTIFUL SONG AND I THOUGHT IT WAS SO GREAT AND ORIGINAL AND MOVING BUT THEN A FEW DAYS LATER WHEN I WASN’T HIGH I FOUND IT ON MY FLOOR AND REALIZED I HAD JUST WRITTEN DOWN THE LYRICS TO FIREWORK BY KATY PERRY
HOW TO PUT A SWIMMING CAP ON
"When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with.
The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.”
All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone.
And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.”
|—||Astrid Lindgren, author of Pippi Longstocking, 1978 Peace Prize Acceptance Speech (via pale-afternoon)|
The first time a girl ever took her underwear off in front of me I said, “Golly, it’s just like I seen in the pictures!” in a very 1920’s voice. I don’t know why I thought that was a good idea. She didn’t laugh. I didn’t laugh. That was probably one of the darkest days of my life.