t0tally-pers0nal:

z-o-l-a:

My dad gave our 2 month old English bulldog puppy a taste of strawberry Popsicle today. This is true happiness.

😍😍😍

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breathe if im your favorite blog

thank you

do a triple backflip if I’m not

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how to finger a girl: put your tongue in it.

kevrudd:

unfollovving:

timeywimey27:

this man was once in charge of australia

he is in charge again

loving the support

kevrudd:

unfollovving:

timeywimey27:

this man was once in charge of australia

he is in charge again

loving the support

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I am stronger than I look but not as strong as I act.
Jamie Tedder (via iloveyou-jt)

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mxydxy:

iraffiruse:

The Quokka

HE POSED FOR A FUCKKJNG SELFIIWE I CANT RIGHT NOWE

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adrians:

adrians:

the best thing about having the house to myself is that I can make breakfast in my underwear

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kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

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candyislove:

BLACK X WHITE

candyislove:

BLACK X WHITE

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flowury:

i want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe

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kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

kissmeok:

♡Love/Couples♡

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atleastiamme:

ethiopienne:

Make Your Move is an effort from Missoula’s Intervention in Action Project, a group of community organizations dedicated to ending sexual violence. Its campaign’s goals are to: 1) Engage men and women as allies to prevent sexual violence by increasing awareness and education about the dynamics of sexual violence and 2) Encourage bystanders to foster healthy non-violent relationships and interrupt attitudes, language and actions that support sexual violence.

Reblogging this so hard

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I am grade 12 student who has just recently graduated. You might call me accomplished, and in a way, I am, but not in the way you’d think. 12 years of pouring over text books and being lined up to be judged in front of my peers has not made me any more intelligent. I can tell you the first 45 digits of Pi and I can explain to you the difference between an acid and a base, I can recite the Pythagorean Theorem in my sleep, I will recite lines out of a textbook like they are a religion. But I cannot tell you the value of security, or of kindness. The distinct contrast between personal health and personal gain. I can tell you in grade 10 four of my classmates attempted to take their own lives before finals. I can tell you our counsellors office is always booked. I can tell you how when I didn’t understand something in AP Chemistry my teacher asked me to leave if I could not participate in his class. I merely asked him to explain a question. Instead of doing his job and teaching, he told me to leave. Told me I was not good enough to be there. Mistakes are viewed as failure in these hallways. A wrong answer is a sin you must atone to, not a human error, but a flaw so grand it defines your entire life course. There is no “average” here. We all must exceed expectations. Do your parents know that a grade that is considered average is a “C”? When I got a C in fourth grade my parents grounded me for a month. They said I was lazy and stupid and incompetent and that I’d better smarten up and stop fooling around. I never fooled around. I am driven by a deep need to impress others. I never fool around. I worked and worked and worked, with a deep hollow of anxiety in my chest. I have never been good at History, but I worked and worked and I attained at best a low B. It was not good enough. It is not said but we are expected to put our education before our personal health. It is not asked of us, but it is what we must do to achieve what we are asked to achieve. Our teachers will tell you, “Oh, I only give them one hour of homework each night.” Which is essentially true, each of my five teachers only gives me one to two hours of homework each night. Hmm, that adds up to 5-10 hours of homework, and overdue classwork, and projects. Say goodbye to sleep, say goodbye to feeling calm. I’ve developed a deep rooted anxiety disorder due to school and perfectionistic tendencies. Even when you get 100 percent on an assignment they still criticise you, it is never good enough. One slip, and you are in deep deep trouble. I can tell you that 90 percent of us try our hardest, and our teachers and parents stand in the sidelines, screaming, “You can do better than that!”
Why I say our education system is flawed   (via totoros)

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