Too many times. Too many times.

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yowulf:

hyper-insomnia-para-condrioid:

yowulf:

chibibuizel:

deycallmetrey:

karenklaus:

so…zombies are real now?

Hmmmm the apocalypse is coming I’m ready

At first it was funny knowing people actually buy into the zombie invasion hulaboo. Now it’s just pathetic.

People can believe in whatever they want, there is no need for judgement.
I don’t see anyone judging those who don’t believe, it is wrong to judge those who do.

I’m being blunt because people are seriously panicking over a chain of events that SO HAPPEN to be clustered together that were caused by nothing ‘zombie worthy’. Does that make me a jerk? Sure. Whatever to make people calm down already.

People should seriously calm down, do some research on a particular subject that is scaring them (I did when I first read about this and boy, did it help), and not believe everything they see online without hardcore evidence. It will help them a lot. It really would. I’m very surprise people STILL believe this is a zombie attack.

bebinn:

sin0men:

Let’s get one thing straight here: I love my son; however, I am very aware of the fact that I was too young when I had him. Too young to fully grasp the the situation I was in, too young to understand the choices I had, too young to take my options seriously, and absolutely, without a doubt, too fucking young to be a mother. So when I notice someone getting attacked about their choice to have an abortion or give their child up for adoption, I tend to lose my shit. 

Let me start you off with a list of reasons why I sure as shit HATE being a 21 year old mother:

• The father of my child is a dumb ass, but he genuinely loves his son, so I have no right to keep his child from him. The father should be just as involved as the mother. However, it took a very long time to explain to him the importance of ALWAYS placing his son in a car seat when taking him for a ride ANYWHERE, the ongoing issue of hygiene (brushing his teeth every day, making sure he changes his underwear and socks daily, bathing him regularly, etc) to this day is a concept that he can’t seem to grasp, the importance of having discussions with me instead of yelling at me in front of our offspring, he still can’t manage to stop smoking in the house the two days a week that our former embryo is with him, and heaven forbid he actually teach him something that would help him in school. 
• I have still not gone to college due to the fact that his father is so lax with rules and attentiveness that I am certain if I left him in his care that he would become extremely unruly or possibly just walk out of the front door, unnoticed, and promptly get lost/stolen/something else horrible. 
• I cannot take my son with me if/when I go to school because I will not be able to see him enough to properly raise him since I am poor as fuck and will absolutely be working while attending school.
• I am not one of those little girls who dreamed of being a mommy when she grew up. That thought never crossed my mind. My son was the second baby I had ever held (the first one by choice, as the first one had been forced upon me). 
• I am selfish. I think of myself first, and then my sons wants. The things he needs are always a top priority, but honestly, I think of myself first  foremost. 
• I am not financially stable.
• I am not mentally stable.
• I am literally SO stressed out about being a parent, that I cry about it every fucking day. 
• I have fucked up my own life so badly. It is terrifying of thinking about how badly I’ve already screwed his up by deciding to raise him when I was 17. People who say dumb shit like “Nobody could raise him better than his own parents” are sincerely ignorant to the world of adoption. I don’t even understand where that logic comes from. 
• My body is disgusting. I loath it entirely. My metabolism has slowed way the fuck down, my tits are about a size smaller and not even close to cute unless I grab a push up bra and pray to the cleavage gods that today my rack can look decent, my stretchmarks do not please me under any circumstances, and my c-section scar scares the hell out of me when I glimpse at my naked body in the bathroom mirror. Not to mention the fact that I have back problems and my period has been insanely messed up ever since I stopped breast feeding. 
• I’ve been in love once in my life. One time. And he couldn’t handle the fact that I have a son because, like me,he is nowhere near ready for a child.  
• Also, I live in a town that I hate and cannot leave because of my little guys father. 

So really, go ahead and tell girls that if they are “mature enough to make the decision to have sex, than they are mature enough to deal with the consequences”. Go forth and spread your wisdom about the similarities between inserting a dick in your vagina and raising a fucking child. Tell girls that they don’t have the right to decide what to do with their bodies, no matter how mutilated and destroyed they become in the process of pregnancy. Tell us that we should keep our legs closed and our mouths shut, and I will sit you the fuck down, tell you about the joys of young motherhood, and tell you to shut the fuck up and let every girl make her own goddamn decision without being scared of being publicly stoned to death for making the wrong choice. Don’t scare little girls into being moms. Seriously. There are things that I absolutely love about being a mom, but I would have loved them more like ten years from now. Instead, I have a fucking migraine and am the kind of exhausted that you can only achieve when trying to chase after and understand an angry four year old boy all day while hoping to God that one day, I can once again sleep through the night or possibly have a career, social life, and maybe even a love life. Actually, I would settle for a day where I don’t cry. Fingers crossed!

It can take a lot of courage to talk about the things one dislikes, or even despises about parenthood. Young parents are under so much pressure, not only to take care of their children, but to prove themselves worthy to a society hostile to teen parents - a society that simultaneously vilifies those who choose to end a pregnancy).

Nothing but respect here. Pregnancy, birth, and childrearing are some of the hardest things a person can ever go through, and I think certain people could do with a few reminders of that.

movesliiikecabanelababy:

ixezusxiv:

butterfly-sprite:

whataterrifyingworkofart:

thirsty-kirstie-drank-cursedtea:

z-raid:

bapha:

kagamine-lens-kawaii-butt:

sukuna-shekona:

easybakeaigis:

tachimukaisbutt:

francophonic-funk:

scarfu:

thank the lord I am pokemons

Not at all CHILDREN’S CARD GAMES YUGIOH FTW

i am in year 2070 battling vajras and chi yous and crying myself to sleep

but hotties

I’m Goku. He’s died like, three times already.

Minato-

oh

welp

awesome

im link

I HAVE THE MASTER SWORD BITCHES

finallyicanreplythisbecauseireallyplayedsomething Alice— insane, nofam.

I am Momohime from Murama: The Demon Blade. I am going to be fine.

Madison Paige, the insomniac journalist from the Heavy Rain…well, there are four main characters in the game, but she’s the last one I played as.

I think I’m…okay, I mean, I never died as her in the game so far and I played it twice.

John Marston from Red Dead Redemption

Well, I’m screwed

( white/helga…or whatever the fuck her English name is from pokemon white…oh gods I already started thinking abut how I’d crack in her life XD *No backbone* )

Miku from Fatal Frame… Well fuck. *sobs hysterically in the corner*

Travis Touchdown from No More Heroes

BEAM KATANA

IM GONNA FUCK SHIT UP

Travis Motherfucking Touchdown! Get some, fuck heads!

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