this is my brother two years ago. we were at the park, just me and him, and he turned to me and said “kayla, don’t you ever wish there were no bad people in the world?” i thought it to be a funny thing for a 5 year old to say, but shrugged it off. last year, he didnt come home from school, we thought that being only in grade prep, he might’ve decided to go home with his bestfriend without telling us, but he didn’t. the school confirmed they saw him get on his school bus after the bell rang. but thats all we knew, the bus driver said that he had gotten off a stop early, my mother was frantically searching the neighbourhood for him. we never found him. it’s been two years and we’re still looking for him, he was such a beautiful boy, and i cant help but think the worst. he could be anywhere in the world by now, so please, reblog this, no matter where you’re from, you could save a life. xx
if you dont reblog this i have no respect for you. help save a child’s life.
this literally breaks my heart
fuck kony, SEARCH FOR THIS LITTLE FELLA NOW,
oh my gosh, i got goosebumps and my eyes watered :( i can’t even imagine the sickning feeling of losing my 9 year old brother, let’s hope he is fine, he’s a beautiful boy <3
why must the world be so shit. i hope you come back, cutie x
I have to reblog this…I have a little sister.
reblog to save a little boys life. he has so much ahead of him and so much to learn and so much to grow. i hope he is okay and well and alive. praying for you and your family gorgeous
WHAT WHAT WHO IS SHE?
IF DEREK LOVES HER THEN SHE SI FORGIVEN BECAUSE U WANT DEREK HAPPY
IF SHE DIES….I.WILL.END.YOU.
What’s that in the sky? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s CAPTAIN OBVIOUS, because this shit, y’all, can we not.
- There are words for people that look 100% perfect 100% of the time and those words are “a picture” or “a statue” or “a RealDoll.” Live action human people sleep and shower and shit, bleed on their favorite shirts, get violent stomach flus, wake up sometimes looking like creatures from the black lagoon! Accidentally get caught in rainstorms and have to walk around looking half-drowned for the rest of the day! Don’t notice they’ve got food on their face for hours on end! If you’re ever thinking to yourself, “That person has a choice between two girls, one who is utterly physically perfect in every way always and one who is not,” or, in fact, “I have a choice between two girls, one who is utterly physically perfect in every way always and one who is not,” don’t worry, that thought is totally wrong, because “being utterly physically perfect in every way always” and “being alive” are mutually exclusive. NEITHER CAN THING WHILE THE OTHER ETC.
- If the distilled-down theory here is “Only people who look one specific way — you know, like the people in TV and movies — are attractive and everyone else will be alone forever,” then lemme tell you what, there is a handy way to fact check that. It is called “Getting up and going to any populated location anywhere,” and here is what you will discover: regular-ass looking people who are holding hands or kissing or otherwise spending romantic time with each other. Married regular-ass looking people! Regular-ass looking people who’ve had at least enough sex to produce a couple of regular-ass looking kids! This is reality. Average looking people of average size and weight are the average; that’s what that means. Let this one go. (Other things you can find in television/movies that aren’t remotely in touch with reality: time travel! Space aliens! Versions of New York City where everyone is white! Glenn Beck! Seriously, stop trusting your worldviews to these constructs, you are putting them in terrible hands.)
- PERFECTLY GOOD REASONS TO BE FED UP OF GUYS SAYING “ALL GIRLS ARE BEAUTIFUL”: because it’s sort of like saying “girls are valuable because they’re beautiful but not for any other reason” and that is the ideological equivalent of that jar of pickles that everyone has in their fridge that they sort of think they must have bought recently but is in fact from some horrifyingly long time ago, like 1987, and what it’s actually full of is hideously rotten poisonous garbage; because it’s not actually true, ugly people exist, it’s okay, people’s physical looks are not an indicator of their value; because in my experience saying “all girls are beautiful” pretty much always makes dudes seem like odious drippy sycophantic douchecanoes who reach into their buckets o’ platitudes — an unnecessary and vaguely embarrassing thing to say for all occasions! — at every turn, and that’s a bummer.
- I’m not a dude, but I do when the opportunity presents itself fuck ladies, and I have no idea which girl I’d pick in this example! That’s because this example takes two conceptual girlbodies with no personality features and pits them against each other in a contest that is in fact nonsensical, since attraction is a thing with layers and emotions and stuff involved, and you couldn’t so much as decide on lunch this way, with only topical descriptions and no discussion of what was within. Seriously, I’ll show you: you have a choice between two sandwiches, and one of them is small and square and highly stacked with a red toothpick in the middle, and the other is big and wide and cut into triangles with a green toothpick holding it together. Which are you going to pick? Exactly.
it goes the same way. who would u pick? the handsome guys, with the dreamy eyes and a good body? or the shorter than u, clothes tha haven’t changed a week, acne faced, over weight guy?
I love woman. they are indeed beautiful.
the difference between an average girl and a guy is that an an average girl if she spend 5 minutes in front of a mirror, she can go from average to gorgeous
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So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
not to be a bitch or anything, but there is nothing brave painting ur nails. big deal, who doesn’t.
my objection is…green? really? ew!
if ur trying to match the watch ur wearing, it actually mutes the watch and the colour instead of showing it off.
fashion 101. colour contrast or colour blocking.
p.s better colour next time ;)