I’m tired of being treated like shit by the people that should actually be there for me. If eliminating poisonous relationships means not speaking to my siblings again, I’m completely okay with that.
today 11yr old brother wanted us to go outside and play with his BB gun but their dad wasn’t around, so I was like “idk, maybe we shouldn’t use it without adult supervision”
and he just stared at me and I realized
I am 20
I am an adult
I am the adult supervision
The one thing that I never fully understood about FMA was the fact that Ed never got a military uniform. They literally let the little runt wear whatever.
- boy: i hate being poor
- grandpa: were going to the fun factory
- mr chocolate: hello naughty children its murder time
reblogging for the fact that he challenged two world leaders and a world icon and made them also plant a tree
The new Cold War.
That last text post may have seemed like a reference but seriously I break fucking EVERYTHING I’m so tired of it
Thursday- How Long is the Night
Some of you are reblogging because you think its funny that programmers would talk to ducks. I’m reblogging because I think its funny picturing a programmer explaining their code, realizing what they did when they explain the bad code, then grabbing the strangling the duck while yelling “WHY WAS THE FIX THAT SIMPLE!? AM I GOING BLIND!”
AS A PROGRAMMER I CAN TELL YOU THAT THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU FUCKING DO WE HAD TO BAN THE DUCKS FROM MY CLASSES BECAUSE EVERYONE WOULD FLIP THE DUCK OR THROW IT AT A WALL OR SOMETHING WHEN THEY FIGURED OUT THE PROBLEM IN THEIR CODE
so that’s the function of a rubber duck
i had a dream about magical girls that had super strength/agility, but instead of wearing a special outfit they would shed their skin and turn into a skeleton.
Everything I touch breaks.
I’m burnt, I’m gone, I don’t know what I’m on. It shits. it shits. Okay?
i dont need a boyfriend i need 12 million dollars and a donut
12 million dollars can be used to obtain many donuts.
money can be exchanged for goods and services